Starting to feel a little but pressed for time, she glances to the open closet door and then back to me. “What have you been up to?” she asked. ...“Just thought I’d help you cut out some time and picked out some cloths from your closet.” I laughed. “I hope you don’t mind.” “I’m sure I won’t, but let’s see what you came up with” Abby said as she started laughing. “Hmmm. You know me so well. I couldn’t have picked out anything better myself.” Abby walked back over to the bed and dropped her. Oh fuck, Todd. Your cock feels so good. Becky’s such a lucky girl to have a cock like yours.”Todd smiled. “And I’m lucky to be fucking a girl as talented and sexy as you, Harper.”The compliment spurred Harper’s lust even more, causing her to speed up her thrusts to a level she didn’t even know she was capable of. While the warm, tingling sensation of the lubricant had since ceased, the smoothness of Todd’s wet shaft sliding in and out of her as she rubbed her clit provided all the stimulation. Once again the suspense builds; but I can no longer feel the whip’s caress against my skin.The ropes around my knees and ankles are released and I pull my legs together to protect my poor abused cunt from further hardship. I feel my tits lift as the chain tightens. The torture of my cunt had pushed the all thoughts of my clamped nipples aside. Now the cruelty of their pinch reaches new levels as the tension on the chain increases. My tits are stretched tight as they are pulled upwards, forcing. Eventually it stopped snowing and winter was over. Mid-April saw the end of pledgehood. We all knew it was going to happen, and eventually Hell Week was upon us. We were summoned to the house a week before and handed a list of instructions and banished from the environs for a week and told to report back to Kegs the following Sunday at 2:00 in the afternoon. We all ended up walking back to campus reading over our lists and trying to figure things out.We had to show back up at the frat in a week.