I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw baji casually sitting there watching TV in a figure hugging t-shirt and shorts. Now you have to understand tha... this was a girl who would never wear anything like that when there were other people around, and it was the first time I had seen her actually in a t-shirt. It was probably a new one that she had recently bought for herself, and it was obviously too small for her. Her breasts were perfectly outlined and the cloth was clinging to them like second. He may have known the code but I had still felt violated and I wanted feel secure again.The look of smug disdain on your face told me that I would find none with you, not now anyway. No, my night had only begun. You made a tsk tsk sound as you stood, towering over me and made me shrink back by reflex. As you called me a whore for seeking out a cock when you had brought me here to dance I raised both my head and my voice to protest. Your darkening expression had told me that I had fallen into. The gasp he let out when I let his cock dip into me was enough to ensure that my plan of waiting for the right moment was a bad plan from the start. That dip of the tip was the point of no return. When I remembered how it felt to have a real dick in me, I dropped down on that cock like my life depended on it.I probably was a little princess about it and asked him how it felt but didn't wait for an answer and just kept bouncing up and down on him. I know he squeezed my hips, I know he threw his. Those still remain. But not the manwho was Jeremy or the way he thought and solved problems."She handed the book back to him. The expression on her face changed fromthe distressed anger of remorse, to "please tell me more."The professor took a breath, arched his back and began the lecture anew."This is what I have been able to piece together. Men that cross thearch become french maids or sex toys. Women become objects. Most men tryand re-cross the arch to transform back they become objects.".