I remove my pumps and put onblack sandals, with even higher heels. The sandals tie on my ankle. Parkerdoesn?t even glance at my nude body. Women do no... interest him. He climbs upthe stairs and I follow him. The house is kept rather cold, on purpose I amsure, and my pink nipples stand up proudly on my breasts. As is always the case, I follow Parker to Mr. Marshall?sstudy. He opens the French doors for me, and I enter the study. The aroma offine cigars is always the first thing I notice; it. He walked with his head down, not really paying attention to his surroundings and he came upon the medical building in disguise too quickly as always. He couldn’t sit in the chair like he usually did as there was someone sitting there. An older woman with shriveled skin and white hair. The perfect thing to go with the worn couch and chair, the horrid brown carpet and the dusty plastic flora in the ancient picturesque living room in his mind. The only thing missing was a cat… Maybe two or three.. . and yes, I have one, though not here," answered the teacher. She reached for Sandy's hand. "Let me show you something else. Here, put your thumb and fingers together, so your hand looks a bit like a duck's head." The girl did so. "Now, I'm going to get up on my hands and knees, and I'll want you to kneel behind me. Then, when I tell you to, you'll place all your fingers – the duck's bill, see – right at the opening of my vagina. Now, going very slowly, you push them inside me. Understand so. This made me a bit nervous, but being with D and Jane reassured me a little. There were one or two people other people about who had been obviously affected by MORFS, and no one seemed to be bothered.Jane asked, Have you decided whether to call your sister yet?" I think I will. If it wasn't for her, I don't know what would have happened to me. So I at least owe her a call to let her know I'm alright. Plus, I miss her, so it'll be good to hear her voice," I replied."OK," said D. "Next question,.