Y...you are?” I recognized her from a couple of required liberal arts classes, always admired her, never talked to her. “Samantha Dickens.” She ...eld out her hand and I stood up to shake. My breathing was rapid and shallow. I fought for control. Samantha didn’t seem to notice, much to my relief. I stood there looking at her. She sat at my table, on the bench seat running along the wall. “Sit down, Jerry,” she told me. Unable to trust myself to speak, I obeyed. Samantha, tall and slender, with. We heard the driver’s door open, and then Vanessa pulled ours open.I stepped out first and helped my mother out. “I hope my service has been satisfactory, sir,” Vanessa said, remaining professional.“Very much so,” I replied with an equal amount of professionalism.She let the façade drop. “You’re my last job for a couple of days. Maybe we could pick up where we left off?”I was tempted, very tempted.“Sorry, but we already have plans.”She was put out but quickly covered it with her professional. Smiling at me and squeezing my cock as she went by, Darcy’s hand in her other,my naked girlfriend led the 3 guys up to our bedroom. i locked the door and followed them up to the beroom, upon entering the room, she was Kissing Darcy and sliding her hand into his pants, he undid his pants and to my surpirse, his big cock fell open into view, and his big balls fell free into my girlfriends hands. Grabbing his balls and squeezing my girlfriend moaned her now favorite phrase “my god. they’re huge”.. Men would now walk a proper distance behindtheir women wearing see through blouses and miniskirts that had noresemblance to burkas in the slightest. Women now enjoying the releasebegan to adopt clothes similar to their counterparts in westernsociety with t-shirts, jeans and sports shoes now the in things towear. Men had now became chattels of what can only be termed as theirfemale mastersAs all those laws restraining men were being passed in westerncountries men seemed to be gaining some of.