“Wow that was fucking hot.” A voice from the other side of the wall moaned. Apparently he had been watching me getting fucked.“You got some cum ...for me too Mister?” my voice was raspy and I had kind of thought I was done but the thought that there was another man ready to feed me his cum was too much to ignore. His cock slid through the slot and just like that I was back on my knees, lips wrapped around his cock as he pumped a load of cum down my throat.“OK. That’s enough for now.” I thought to. A crowd of guys had already formed around her, like a pack of wolves around a piece of meat. Pathetic fools. I nonchalantly found myself a couple beers and began making my way over. She seemed uncomfortable, and a few of the older guys were starting to try and touch her. They were pretty drunk. I pushed the guys aside and handed her a Blue Moon, "Here darling, let's find a quieter spot, shall we?" She took the beer hesitantly, she looked at me, then at the group of guys, and followed me. The first half of the fourth grade.Girls had cooties and were to be avoided, though I never did figure out what a cootie was. Sports were good. Homework was light. Those were the days. Then Maryann Simpson kissed me under the mistletoe at the Christmas party, and nothing's been the same since.First there was Tami. I loved Tami. At least I was pretty sure I did. One thing I'd figured out from all my reading was that even grown-ups were confused at just what love is. So how the hell was I. Janice was repeating her mind-control command back to me ... where did that come from??"Like what?" I asked."First," she said, in a businesslike fashion, "I want you to go to my stylist and have her color your hair." What color?"Janice smiled. "Nothing too noticeable. Just a lighter brown with blonde highlights. And she'll also give you a more feminine cut, as well. And, let's pluck these eyebrows into a thin, arching feminine shape, shall we?" Uhmmmm..." I started, about to object, but Janice.