" He didn't know who he was more worried about her dealing with."So your initial impression of my reaction was wrong, right? Yes, I was shaken up. Yes... I felt senseless. But he didn't hurt me. He didn't harm me in anyway." She almost said 'he didn't touch me, ' but she would have known that was a lie. Because he had touched her, only for a moment, definitely not long enough, but enough to have left her shaking, and shaking still."He kissed you. That was assault. He had no rights to have his. I love them! And I love being your little bitch!His response felt so natural, so innate, he couldn't imagine a worldbefore this. Her hands moved to his shoulders and she leaned in, heturned his head slightly to see a trail of her long blonde hair strokeagainst the side of his body. And what are we going to do about the sillylittle thing between your legs? His once proud member had been sodiminished with hormones, it was barely functional. A delicate floweryscript just above it, entitled his. He watched as she felt it, teasing out yelps of pleasure as she rode him harder. “You… you need to cum don’t you?” Harry groaned louder, “Yes, yes, I can’t hold back much longer.” Their eyes met and with them a thousand words were unsaid; his release was at her disposal. She could ruin it or grant it to him. Congratulating herself that her actions had brought him to this moment, she would savour his release. Needing to press on, she was struggling to match her own wilful intent. She knew her. .. but others just wear pretty panties full-time.”“Interesting.”“Does that sound fun?” Bruce asked the boy. “Wearing cute little girl panties? Being called a fairy princess while getting pounded in the ass?”“That sounds hot.” Ben said. “I really like the idea of doing humiliating things. Being degraded like a worthless whore.”“That’s great.” Bruce told him. “You’re really embracing becoming a gay little fuckbag. That makes me proud.”Ben giggled at his teacher’s blunt honesty. “Thanks... can we.