.. Ravioli Face."Cynthia remembers that she looks a mess and asks if she can go to the bathroom. I say yes, sure, but only to have a pee (if she needs... one ... and she says she does) and to change into her Prettiest Girl outfit. I forbid her to clean up her face.We have a number of "PG" outfits for these occasions, all of them extremely sexy – or on a sexy girl they are anyway, on an ugly dumpling like Cynthia they look absurd and very funny. There's two of each outfit, one for me and one for. But I wasn't too nervous about it. So you get your ass paddled or some such juvenile shit. No big deal. There were fifteen of us new pledges and I figured I could stand anything the other guys could.So came the night and we all gathered at the frat house. We went through a lot of bullshit rituals at first--bowing down-- reciting sacred pledges--signing our names in blood--and so on. But what was all what I expected more or less.What came afterwards was the gas! They sat us down and said we had. I brought my cousin Samantha here a few years ago and fucked her. Anyway, that’s a story for another time. As soon as I put the car in park, Hayley moves to pull down my pants. I push the seat backwards for more space. Once my cock is out, I move to take Hayley’s top off. Her glorious tits are soon in my mouth as I suck her nipple and rub her breast. Her hand finds my stiffening cock and starts jerking it. Once I’m hard I move back to let Hayley’s sweet mouth wrap around my cock. I felt her. She takes this smile as it was intended that I am fine and she starts to relax and I can see her pushing back against Marcus. He smiles a triumphant smile and holds her hips. (Later she would tell me the size of his semi hard cock had made her gasp!)They danced for a few more songs normally and then returned to the table - an extra one of Janes buttons had opened on her top showing her lacy bra top and more of her cleavage. She sat next to me and we all started talking and laughing. her hand.