How wrong we were.It was the week after the homecoming football game and orientation pleasure training was about to start. Over the weekend we had hos...ed several parties for the alums and their guests. All very proper and subservient but not much was learned that weekend. Our masters and mistresses made up for that over the course of the next three weeks.By that week before O.P.T we were getting comfortable in our routine. The freshman plebes would be roused at 6:30 a.m. every weekday (8 a.m.. "Do you like what you see, Thomas?" Brad said. "Oh, I almost forgot.That's not your name anymore. For the next year at least, your name hasbeen legally changed to Kitty Kummylips. Do you like that? I came upwith it myself."I took a deep breath and tried to answer, but found I had nothing tosay. My mind was too confused with conflicting feelings. I wanted totell Brad to wipe that stupid smirk off his face and go to hell. But Ialso wanted to get at his gorgeous cock, which was only a foot. So getting an opportunity to ogle while those girls whizzed around, laughing, having fun, and showing their knickers non-stop in front of a crowd of people while Wanker stood up against the wall on the bridge and filled his underpants with cum. Lovely girls to let me see that, all I need for pervert ecstasy. You learn which places to go to where loveliness might be on display, where to stand so that when She makes you pants-spunk no-one sees your convulsions or hears your moans. You learn which. She refused, but I requested and finally, she obliged. She took a sip and rejoiced. She thanked me.I asked, “What happened?? Why aren’t you with your gang?” She said, “Those miserable housewives are boring.” I laughed and she asked the same. I pointed towards the couples dancing to music and said, “They are not real couples. But at least they have someone and I’m left alone.”She made a sad face and asked, “Break up or forever single?” to which I said, “Break up.” She laughed. Meanwhile, her.