I do remember the moment clearly. I became very tense; I felt suddenly distant from her and didn't know what was wrong.She asked me pointedly, "Are we...still friends, hon?" Sure we are," I said."I mean... are we still really, really friends?"I blushed. "Your my own special, very only, very umpeenth-degree friend." And you're my special little man, hon," she said, but she wasn't smiling, except weakly, sympathetically.We talked a little more, I don't remember what we said. She seemed absent. I knew Kim would be there and I would have to face her. I was shocked and surprised when Kim did not say a word to me as she walked by. Kim saw me all through school that day but she never even looked my way. I really could not blame her as I did take the love of her live from her. I figured I would give her some time before I talked to her about what I had in mind that would make us all very happy. Soon Friday night rolled around John had told me he would pick me up after practice at my house. Tasha looked less like she was fighting it and more like she was getting aroused. The woman pressed hard against Tasha's naked back as her hands took hold of the front of the towel. She slowly loosened it as she whispered into Tasha's ear."Time to see the rest of your wonderful body Tasha. A body that I am going to enjoy."Looking down at the woman's hands on her towel, Tasha realized she was going to be naked before the big woman."Earlene....please...."The big woman just laughed."It's to late. The next morning I awoke with Janice’s foot in my face. I kissed it and said again, “I am your slave Mistress Janice.” Patty wasn’t there; I found out later that she had gotten up first because there was always a fight to get to the bathroom on Sunday mornings.Janice looked down at me under her foot, “I think you really are beginning to understand what you are slave; doesn’t it bother you that you’ll spend the rest of your life under the feet of girls?”She moved her foot from my lips to my.