Braaaaave!" sang Jenny, off-key, as she held her panties triumphantly in the air. She stood naked aside from her silver cross and white thigh-high pa...ntyhose. Some of the sorority girls stood there rolling their eyes or scoffing, some of them laughed, some clapped. Most had very low expectations for this girl. The other pledges came in and stripped while singing their songs, none of the girls seeming to have a problem with it. Jenny was proud of herself -- she'd never stripped for. It’s just a few blocks away, and I have some cold beer in the fridge!’ I can imagine from her hopeful look that she might be saying to herself ‘God! What am I doing?’ I look at her for a few seconds. She is nervous, and her breathing is elevated a little. I would normally not have a problem dating Angela, since she is also very cute and has a nice tight petite shape. Her brown hair fits her face and feathers down nearly to her shoulders. She has caught me a few times at the store looking into. Loni got off my lap and headed to her suitcase on the bed. When she returned she asked me to place my hands behind the back of the chair. I did as she requested and I felt her tightly bind my wrists with something silky.There was a momentary wave of panic as I had never been tied up before. She came around to the front of the chair and I saw that she had nylon stockings in her hand. She then knelt down and tied my ankles to the front legs. Loni smiled at me from her kneeling position. "Are you. "A-aaaah..." He panted, his tonguegrowing longer and thicker with every breath. His ears were widening,somehow migrating up his skull as he began to stroke himself off, pantingand drooling with a glazed, vacant expression in his eyes.They were all so powerful, the images bombarding him. They were varied,too. All of them showing anthropomorphic bitches, certainly, but of somany different sorts: Bulldogs in high school. Poodles in college, or atleast dressed in college football colors. A spaniel.