Miruku Matsusaka Hot Japanese Doll Part1

Now, do you have any questions for the pledges at this point?” I shrugged and shook my head, bored out of my mind. In my senior college year, Mrs. Dullwater was a new and unwelcome aspect to the previously-enjoyable prospect of interviewing the yearly crop of fresh and oh-so-eager-to-please sorority pledges. Last year rumors and complaints had begun to surface of a japanese few isolated hazing practices the pledges had to endure. The university had reacted swiftly, and now we were graced with the likes of Mrs. Dullwater asian as a representative of the “Sorority Oversight Committee”, or SOC for short. Amongst ourselves it was quickly rebranded the SUCK Committee, but that bitter little bit of humor did nothing to reduce its annoyance factor. Every step of the pledging process was now conducted per an elaborate set of rules and was carefully monitored. And predictably, all the fun had been wrung out of the event. I glanced to my left at my sorority sister, Lexi. The blonde girl made no effort to stifle a huge yawn, and then went back to sketching bored doodles in the margins of her pledge evaluation form. Underneath the table, Baxter -- the Great Dane sorority dog -- snored in his sleep. I kicked off one of my shoes and rubbed my toes along his furry flanks. He stirred briefly, responding with a lazy stretch that caused his back legs amateur to quiver. But Baxter could recognize terminal boredom as well as the rest of us. With a sleepy groan he flopped over onto his side and gave a heavy sigh before resuming public his nap. As Mrs. Dullwater droned on, her voice faded into the background. I thought back to several years ago when I had been an eager young pledge girl at this very sorority. I recalled with a dreamy smile that times sure were different back then... I was outdoor so excited I could barely control the jitters in my tummy. Pegga-Delta-Pi was THE most exclusive sorority on campus. And here I was, one of the few remaining pledge girls left in the running after a long day of tests and interviews. We had to recite the sorority motto (backwards and forwards), know the sorority history by heart, and memorize a seemingly endless list of rules and trivia. And of course there was the usual hazing and teasing, but mercifully that had been minimal and relatively harmless so far. “How... She briefly returned my smile. “Take off your clothes. He outdoor slowly lowers himself above you and steadies himself with his forearm. “Mmm, amateur good, because I saw this video today... My balls tightened as the pressure swelled in them. 3, public 4, 5… How many asian zeroes?! I'M gonna..-' Barb shook her wrists. Juices japanese ran down my thighs, coating my silky flesh. I came from this pussy.