7.45 am. On time. Quickly into the small pastry shop, pick up somecroissants, then on to work. My boss won't be in for at least anotherninety minutes ...but there is a lot to do; checking the diary, gettingout the files she will need for the day, accepting the early mail fromthe postboy. As time gets closer I put on the coffee maker. As it goesto work bubbling away I quickly pop into the men's room to touch up mymake-up and check my appearance. Straighten the stockings and theblouse. I get back to. ..the lady who gave her the massage was very professional, stayed clothed, started with massaging her back, legs and her lovely ass. The only difference she said starting out was that she was asked to lay on the table totally naked, and there was a round pillow under her hips that raised her ass. As she was describing this to me, at the same time fucking me as she was telling me, was getting her even more turned on. I knew that she was going to have a VERY powerful orgasm or 5 when all is said. I had to be content with that.The initiation was held in the large room in the basement, next to the furnace room. I was led into the room naked except for a blindfold. There were five of us similarly attired. I was a virgin ... not an uncommon thing for a college freshman back then, although almost unheard of today, I'm told. There was a short speech welcoming us, and then our blindfolds were removed.I noticed that the other pledges were nude as well. We were very self-conscious of our. I said I hoped what she’d seen wouldn’t affect our friendship and she assured me it wouldn’t. Saying she knew men had their needs and quite understood. She asked me if I had a girlfriend and when I explained I was single as I’d broken up with my girlfriend six months earlier, she told me that she was divorced and had spent the last few years on her own, and knew how frustrating being single and unattached was. “We all have needs Mike,” she said, “even me.” I didn’t really read anything into her.