That makesme a little concerned for a moment, but the sensations as I pull on mynipples and massage my breast make me forget about it for now.I hear a...noise behind me and instinctively switch off the vibrator,trying to act innocent. My wife is standing in the doorway, wearing asexy short skirt and a black latex bra. She asks if I've been a badlittle girl while she was away.Girl? What's she talking about? Is she feeling kinky?Remembering my tiny erection, I open my thighs so she can see my. Are you experienced?’ Without answering Angela rolled Patricia over and lubed her finger and worked gently. Patricia gave no indication of being hurt even when the second knuckle slipped through the ring of resistance. ‘Good girl, you’ll be fine. Trust me.’ Angela placed a thick but soft dildo through the harness, ensuring Patricia when turning couldn’t see the size and would perhaps panic. She lubed up well and in mounting position probe around for half a minute and Patricia finally relaxed. I reached out over the table and took her hand. “I did the same for a while when I split with Marsha; tried to hide in a bottle. It’s not good, drinking on your own. Getting half-buzzed before you eat, and then pouring it down your throat like it’s a miracle cure. Might be safer than going out to a bar every night and getting so wasted you have to be taken home, but still a real dumb idea to think that alcohol is your only friend. After I finally worked out it was a lose-lose situation, I did. The women all shivered. They’d heard this story before, they’d heard it every day growing up. ?The one time equality was truly tried—failure. Women could not lead society. They couldn’t even lead themselves!? The man scowled down, disdain curling his lip. They disgusted him. How many young men had women ruined or killed when society had been in the grips of that toxic fad? Women were scarcely above animals—just clever ones that talked and were useful if you wanted to breed some more or wanted.