Donna the President was waiting for us.“Okay girls now we have a little game we’re going to play. You must play or you’ll not be a part of this ...sorority. You all will need to try and make us come. You can either do it with the vibrators we have left out, or you’ll need to lick our pussies.”All of the pledging sisters looked at each other and looked horrified. For the most part we were all straight. We were not sure if we wanted to do this. But, we all did want to get into the sorority. We all. Governor Schaefer immediately asked me for a campaign donation, saying how that would be good for Maryland. That got a loud round of laughter, since he was a Democrat, so I countered by saying, “Don, I already married a Democrat,” and pointed to Marilyn. “Just how much more can I do for you guys?” That got even more laughter and the Governor shook my hand, saying that was sufficient. The photographer Marty had ordered up took several group pictures.I did earn Brownie points when, over dinner. I could pretend that things were still the same as they had always been. In the dark, nobody would see me cry. I cried not just for what had been done to me, but for the things it made me feel. However much I tried to block it out, I could not forget the way my body had responded to his commands. Even now, the degrading touch of that collar around my throat made my pussy heat like nothing else. At some point, my sobs gave way to soft, stifled moans as I began fingering myself. I didn’t mean to,. Lowering my hands, I spread them apart again, working my way down, I repeat this until my hands are actually pulling you apart where your ass meets your legs. Each time I pull them, I am tempted to tongue your waiting asshole. You are SO wet that when I spread the lower part of your ass, it also parts your pussy, and I can hear your wet cunny lips separating. It sounds like a passionate wet kiss: the smacking and the wetness. I hold your ass wide open, and lean in again taking the deepest.