. Tying me up, I always wanted to know what it would feel like to be helpless. You won't hurt me will you?" Susanna moaned. "No, I won't hurt you." An...ta said as she was securing her ankles to a spreader bar. "Not much anyway." Susanna's body already aroused by Anita's tongue lashing a few minute before was now getting very aroused. After all the times she had tied up her slave she was now in the exact position and her body was enjoying every minute. "Anita, please play with my cunt. I need to. I do have opinions and beliefs as to those behaviors that are better suited to noble and heroic labels – compassion, integrity, self deprecation, and so forth – and I have, in fact, come to believe that I have made great strides in this regard – but I cannot get past the feeling that those strides are, of necessity, merely vanity. I know that I think of myself as heroic, that my behavior has become, in my opinion, both selfless and compassionate. But that, it seems to me, is as much the luck of. We had no plans for a big blow out, but we did want to down a couple and say goodbye to the last few trying months in fire school, in anticipation of the future. I had only gone through one beer when I saw a group of young ladies at the back of the place, and decided to go see if I could generate some action. They were standing by the entrance to the restrooms, so I used that as my pretense for approaching them. As luck would have it, there was a bit of a traffic jam, and I had to stop right. .. I don't think I know what you mean," she said. I sighed. "Are you shaved?" I asked her. She began to stammer: "I... uh... I don't... I don't think..." I nodded. "See," I interrupted her, "we've got this weird little taboo thing about the female body where it needs to conform to a certain idea, and if it deviates from that, you'll almost be outcast. Like, if you keep your armpits, or even your pussy unshaved, you're somehow less accepted than the skankiest crack-whore. Consequently, only.