Valeria's friend is named Amelia. Unusual name in today's society, but I found out she is also a very unusual woman. She is 36. Slight build, with vir...ually no tits - but a nice flair to hips and ass. Reddish brown hair topped off a very cute face.We chatted for a bit, and the bartender came over for orders. I ordered a round of a nice dark, thick ale. We were served, and I proposed a toast. We toasted to life - love - friendship - and, at the urging of Valeria, we toasted to chivalry.. “They'll paint you with your own juices. We do want realism, now, don’t we, pet?” She smiled at me.I stopped, mouth open, then slowly closed it. Certainly, I was wet enough just being in Her Presence. I could probably stretch it with some kind of musky perfume if necessary, so I nodded, “Y…yes, Mistress. But we should add some coloring so it not only smells right, but so the audience can see it.”She nodded. “Go on.”“You prowl around me, sniffing, then expose the feeldoe from your costume,. I wondered how many people he’d lost from the class after six sessions so far this semester. I was actually going to ask him for a critique. Fuck!At exactly five o’clock he walked out the door of the classroom and I fell in step with him as he swept out of the room and down the hall. I felt like Harry Potter trying to get a word with Snape. Why am I doing this?“Professor? I was wondering if I could ask your opinion on a project I’m doing for a different class.” He turned and scowled at me.“You. The others laughed crudely and I started to turn my head to look for Nathan.Before I could turn my head the one closest to me grabbed my chin and said, "You look at me when I am talking to you, cunt!"To my horror, out of the corner of my eye I could see Nathan with the camera on his shoulder filming these thugs as they gathered around me threateningly.I cannot explain how this made me feel. I don't believe that I have ever felt a more heart stopping sense of betrayal. In such a short time I had.