What did that mean? Certainly he hadn't felt that way when they first met. Either she had changed, or he had. Or perhaps both. There was a word that h... was hesitant to use, because he wasn't sure whether it was true or not. After all, maybe she didn't feel the same way about him as he felt about her. Could those feelings work one way and not the other? Could that word really describe what they had between them?That word, of course, was love.Brit had been the first to bring it up. He hadn't. We'll do that next year. The other is to get a chastity belt, one that fully covers and flattens that giant clitoris." She playfully slapped his penis and kissed him passionately on the lips while pushing herself against his hands on his "breasts".Her right hand wandered to his penis and scrotum, while the left hand explored the smoothness and femininity of his hairless belly. "Ooo, my little she-male, you are about to undergo a world of change. I can hardly wait." She hugged and fondled him. The Masters had each of their slaves crouch over my skull cap and rub their juicy wet cum stained pussies against the top of my head. The sex slaves appeared to enjoy getting off by stroking their throbbing pussy lips against my head because most started slowly and then rocked across my head with a furious pace. How could I have confused a pat with something so different? But, the pub smelt of alcohol, smoke and sweat, so I was in a rather confused state of mind. The hazing ritual continued. YOU JUST START POUNDING AWAY RELENTLESSLY, BALLS SLAPPING MY CLIT, JUICES DRIPPING, PUSSY CLENCHING AND SUCKING, MY TITS SWINGING BACK AND FORTH.I'M REACTING LOUDLY, MOANING, CRYING OUT, AND ENCOURAGING THE DESTRUCTION OF MY TINY TEEN PUSSY. I'M ROCKING BACK AND FORTH ON MY KNEES AND SHOULDERS, MY FACE DRAGGING ON THE FILTHY FLOOR. THE HARDER YOU SLAM THE HARDER I SLAM BACK; I'M NEARLY VIBRATING WITH PLEASURE. THEN, YOU DRAG YOUR NAILS UP MY SPINE AND LEAVE TRACK MARKS UP MY BACK. I CRY OUT.