Also, I just wanted to remind you guys that these are not my fantasies but my experiences that have been penned down here.Now coming to what happened ...fter that. I woke up the next morning with a bit of a body ache and a lot of thoughts. The incidents of the previous day were flashing in front of my eyes and I kept wondering about all that had happened. My so-called boyfriend was betraying me and pretending to love me all this while. But all he wanted was my body. And in an act of revenge, he. Feminists believe in their choices. Do you really believe in yours?" Yes." She stands up faking determination and walks to the front of the class. Professor Zaphtos smiles as her large chest sways towards him."Very good. Now, talk them through each piece of clothing and how it helps you feel conservative, frumpy and safe ... that's what you said your clothes were for. Show and tell them." I have chosen a baggy jeans and sweater so I'll not draw too much attention to my body. I want people to. She poured the coffee and passed the cup over to me, then sat down on the side of the table adjacent to me. She raised her cup and looked at me over the rim."I can't really believe that we have met again. How many years is it? It must be getting on for twenty." Nineteen." I answered. "It was nineteen fifty-seven." Fancy, you remembered that but you didn't remember to write to me. You broke my heart." She was smiling."I don't think so, you're still here." I quipped and then changed the subject.. She quickly slammed her thighs together and tried to vainly cover her exposed tiny breasts while dropping the web-cam to the floor in process. She felt embarrassed beyond belief and suffered its hotness turn her pale skin a blushing fire engine red. She new instantly that her dad had seen and heard everything, and resided in the fact that she could not say anything to squiggle out of it.Her dad just stood and stared at her in an unflinching manner. Paul crossed his arms and waited… for what, he.