The bad news is, you are beyond a cure, there is nothing we can do for you to remove this fetish from you, it has overwhelmed your personality. It is...apart of every facet of your being. It is slowly taking you over. Look at you, you are not a man, you are a pathetic, spineless jellyfish, lying on a chair, on your back, while we humiliate you and control you with our feet. I said look at me!? she pulled my hair harder and I looked up into her beautiful face hovering over me. I had been. I went into our bathroom and started running the water, and making sure the heating was on because it always seemed to be colder there, when there was enough water in the bath, I got in and stood there for a few minutes because I love really hot water and it was too hot to sit in straight away, as I eased my way down into this lovely hot water I could feel it working up my legs and thighs, it felt really nice around my pussy and ass as I rubbed my pussy and opened my lips, I got some soap on. Mom had been my educator, herself exposed to men at an early age, so she knew the ropes, as girls we had something most men craved, she just turned those cravings into hard cash and bought herself a nice little hotel for travelling salesmen and businessmen, men who parted with their money for those extra services mother would offer, daddy was very much the cuckold, I caught him many time outside the room where mother was entertaining, and watched his wasted semen drop onto the carpet, it never. "I agree, it certainly sounds like he's trying to egg you into doing something," Shani suggested, "as he seems to make a point of mentioning several private facts about you. Especially when he chose to cast aspersions about your character." I think you're right," I conceded with a sigh. "Still, I feel like I should say something. Apparently talking to your friends last night didn't do much," I told Peter, glancing at him to see if he had any ideas."I got the word out," he protested, but then he.