.”Theresa started crying. “I love you Rhonda. Like I’ve never loved anyone before. Not even close. Why do I like a cock inside me? Why can’t I...be you, playing at the edges, but never inside? Is that a temptation? Does that make me incipiently bisexual? I can’t even imagine it. Having some ... man thrusting into me. All hard and uncaring and ... male. No sweetness and suppleness and beauty and love and softness. Eyes that understand. A body I can love and trust. Smelling the desire the way I. She had a toe ring on the left foot and an ankle bracelet on the other !I finally broke away from my stare and listened to her.“Do you like my feet? “ She said, now, sounding vulnerable about the question.I nodded and stared.She swung them back and forth in the air, rubbing each other. Sliding across each other so easily thanks to the oil, rubbing each other.She spoke again.“Do you think they would feel good on your cock?” She said staring down at it, rock hard still in my hand.I said yes! I. She shook her had. “Be a good girl from now on, Okay?” I said. She nodded her head. She called her parents and told them that she would be home in the morning. Helped her fix herself up and in the morning she went home. After that she really did change. She quit smoking, dropped her old friends, and got serious about school. Over the next few years her old nickname faded away and she became the top in her classes. She even got a scholarship to some far away college. She came back from college. . ?" Let's see what you need to study to get into a position where you could do this."Danielle left the interview with Dr. Wayland feeling good about her future. She looked at the brochures again. There was no way she wanted to do something Victorian. She'd heard too many stories about Victorian times. But doing something at the start of the Industrial Revolution, say Colonial America, or its equivalent elsewhere ... She wondered how much was known about Spain's colonies. They had existed, so.