”“You have left me,” he replied. “Promise that you’ll come back.”“I’ll come back.” He wasn’t being realistic. She loved him, loved... how he could make her feel. He might not know her emotions, but her clothes were also in the closet.Even though the actives outnumbered the pledges and often one or two sisters could deal with the entire pledge class, Hell Week was hard on the actives as well. They got through it, though, and the pledges did, too. Despite her study deficit, Marilyn took care of her. Her throat was hoarse from all the dicks she sucked. Her hair was a complete mess, and she was dripping wet.Betty had also made more money in a single day then she had made in an average week as a whore. Her girls were strangely well behaved. They were both hyper-competitive and had discovered that once they got over their discomfort with talking to customers that they had trouble shutting themselves up. They liked to talk about themselves. The customers liked to look at naked teenagers. It. All that had stopped with her arrival here, but Kayla'sbreasts kept reminding her it was time for another milking, a call that wouldnever be answered. The locks on the steel door to the holding cell snapped open with a chillingclatter. Three men walked in, a short middle-aged man with a clipboard andtwo burly young men carrying whips. ?Sit down, all of you!? the older man demanded. All the women who were standing sank slowly to the edge of their beds. Kaylafelt her bowels turn to mush. ?You. She pulled me to her and ran her tongue down my throat. She was a woman possessed. She told me that she wanted me to fuck her throat. I put the tip of my swollen cock up to her soft lips. She twirled her tongue around over and under my mushroomed head She grabbed my ass and sucked me in clear up to my balls. She was going crazy. She wanted my salty fluid in her mouth and down her throat. She grabbed my cock and firmly stroked it up and down in rhythm with my thrusts. My nuts were tightening and.