Vicky slapped my hands away from my chest. “Stimulate yourself on your own time, slave.”I quivered. Nnh. Okay. Uh. Wow. I had been turned on with ...her femdom attitude as a dude. Now that I was in a girl, her curvaceous Queen Bitch of the Universe routine was basically setting off tingly alarm bells in my head. And the alarm went: Step on me. Step on me. Step on me. I forced those feelings backwards as I tried out using my mouth to form words. And, fortunately, those words weren’t offering myself. Then all three cried. “My name is Marina and I don’t know how to thank you,” Anya’s mother said extending her hand. Then she started crying again and hugged me instead. “I’m happy to meet you, Marina; my name is Fred. You don’t need to thank me, I feel great about having met your daughter at sea. I rarely get to rescue a fair maiden,” I said wondering if there are people who really talk like that and if Marina would even understand what I said. Marina was around forty, I guessed. It was. When his senses flowed back to him, the boy instantly started struggling, slamming his fists against Drakes naked chest and abdomen. Drake barked a superior laugh and bent down, taking the boys head and forcing his lips to touch Drakes own. The boy struggled harder but was unable to break free from Drakes stone grip. After a few seconds of invading the boys mouth with his tongue, Drake released his hold and bent down to the boys ear. Listen, bitch, he started, chuckling a bit, Im in charge. My homeroom was in the high school ROTC classroom, a favorite hangout of mine anyway. I was assigned a seat alphabetically and it turned out that a young woman named Michelle was to sit in front of me. She was pretty from what I could see but either she was shy or she was stand-offish and didn’t say much to me. I’ve always been shy myself but something made me be bold so I began picking on her to get her to talk to me. I began hiding her purse until she noticed it was gone sometimes I would.