But oh well.I forgot how I introduced her to the fetish but I do remember I had to play it carefully. I think I mentioned how well I give foot massage... and how much I loved doing them; that got her intrigued. I had no idea what her feet looked like--it was winter time. So I only had to assume--but I didn't dream negatively. Our first time meeting I was supposed to take her to see Anchorman II. We ended up taking a bus and while doing that I kept massaging her hand; that relaxed her. Anyways,. By cock had been in females I liked it a lot, but something was Missing from it all I found out what it was after a long shift, working as waiters I got on with all the staff but one was different he was funny and good looking we liked to tease some of the guests by acting like we where gay and together, I think he did this a lot to maybe get to know them a little bit better? Working a long shift in the hotel in Rutland I got an invite to come to his room for a chat? I thought he was up to. With a routine that changed every day, it was hard to get complacent. The different combinations of locations and hours meant different stressors and levels of fatigue, with the brain never having a chance to adapt and establish a pattern. The men could only plan ahead up to the next 24 hours, then things would be shuffled up like a labyrinth changing itself. Perhaps that friend was right.Wait, his second break, it had been overwritten with an assignment. Breeding. He’d have to inseminate. Which was one of life’s great ironies. She scrimped and saved in Wichita, trying to save enough money to afford graduate school and pay down student loans, dreaming of an actual city. A place where no one would care if she had short purple hair and liked to kiss other girls.Only once she got there, just paying rent and basic living expenses ate away any entertainment budget. And she was so tired, especially after volunteering to clean all of the toys in children’s at home in her apartment’s.