Inside it was a formal request to pledge Kegs, also done on the fancy paper. I read it over and asked, “What do I do now?”“Are you accepting?”... nodded. “Yeah, sure.”“That’s good enough for me. Friday we’ll have the induction, so make sure you’re around for that,” he replied. We shook hands and he headed out.That Friday night the incoming pledges assembled in the basement, dressed in suits, while the brethren, dressed in black robes, swore us in as pledges. Then we were given our Pledge Books. I gasped from the impact and grabbed her hair pulling her head back. She grabbed my hand but I had her tits in front of me now and I brutally scrapped my finger nails across her right breast leaving a mark and making her scream. I didn’t care about the noise now as I was determined to pay her back for kneeing me. “Scream you your fucking head off you fucking cunt. I’ve just started,” I told her as I slid from under her. She still had hold of my hair as did I and we were both determined to get. It was about this time that my mum started to see a new guy after being single for 3 years after my dad left her. She would stay round his house sometimes and as she obviously wanted to impress she invested in some new underwear. Suddenly on the washing line it was no longer plain white briefs it was white silky ones with lace trim, French knickers, red silky ones with a see through panel at the front, and also stockings and suspenders and a matching white bodice. I had never thought of my mum. Snehal was nice gal and every boys dream in college 20 years old, tall, fair, beautiful, and a great 36-24-26 body to go with it and a good dressing sense as well. she always used to wear how tie kind a clothes with short skirts and deep neck showing her lovely cleavage. 1 day she called me up in the evening just for passing her time. I thought she meet is lonely without him and so I suddenly went there. I entered her house and she was wearing white t and a blue three forth track pant as soon.