It was definitely time for a heart to heart talk."Shirley? I need to tell you something, and it's very important. Can I talk to you right now?"Shirley...sniffed, but didn't wipe her eyes. "What?"My body tensed. I wasn't really prepared to say what I was about to say to Shirley. Some part of me knew that I'd have to have this talk eventually, but I guess I had just been putting it off.There is no time like the present, though. I didn't want Shirley to go off the deep end, and it looked like she. Let’s just call it a misjudgement on my behalf. You see, I have a fetish for female feet. Harmless enough. And I can’t help but stare. I’ve always fantasized that I might get caught looking and be hopelessly shamed and embarrassed publicly. Perhaps forced to lick the same feet I had been busted staring at. But that’s just fantasy. In reality I am too careful to make sure I don’t get caught looking. And if someone was to confront me, I’ve got no doubt I would act all innocent.Well one. I felt very humiliated.All throughout the day, Teresa was telling me to ?check my makeup.?Several times I had to redo my lipstick, and once she had me touch upthe rest of my makeup.?It is all part of being a girl.? She said.I wanted to take off the clothes, but Teresa told me to keep them on forthe evening. She said that I would have to get used to them so that Iwould feel normal in them.At 11:00 pm, she took me to the bathroom and showed me how to clean offthe makeup and lipstick. She told. She watched as the girls picked up the tweezers andstood ready. Miranda’s head was between the haplessolder woman’s legs as she prepared to give ademonstration. To add to the dehumanizing of theirvictim, Miranda had taped a reading lamp to Jane’sstomach, so that it shone down onto her vagina. Theslave could feel the warmth of the lamp on hergenitals. Jane felt like a girls-school lab experiment; like somebizarre specimen in a biology study; barely human atall. The girls leaned.