*Not much we can do now. Most of the people there are shielded to someextent, and nobody else is thinking about saying anything. We'll justhave to kee... an eye out.* Rose noticed that her father was starting to speak again. "This door islocked, so be careful. You can come out, but you'll need to find me toget back in. There's a small restroom through that other door, and somecups for water. You can use the phone to call me if you need to." Behind all the apparent concern, Rose noticed an. But nothing happened that first day.He just talked to me and explained to me that I had nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone had vaginas and legs and it is nothing to be ashamed of or to hide. Dance is to let myself free. On my way home, I felt like he was thinking I am some silly teenage girl not confident about her body and I wanted to prove myself. So from the next day, I completely let go of all inhibitions and nailed every step.I often saw him staring at me and it used to make my nipples go. She began fucking herself with several fingers. Her legs grew weak but her pussy clenched her finger dildo tightly and then drooled with a spasm as she came.Any remnant of anxiety from her dream discarded, the pet cleaned up and returned to her lady's bed. "Everything ok?" Casi murmured sleepily without opening her eyes. The pet wormed her way into a cuddle with her mistress. "Just had a bad dream, my lady. Everything is ok now." She whispered.After a long sleep, Casi and her pet woke and. Except there was his letter of commendation.The one from the North Pole.In the end, Bob ended up being treated for PTSD, because those were the symptoms he exhibited.It wasn't the same as it had been before that Christmas Eve."Of course!" you might say, considering all that had happened to the young man.But his familiar routine was back in place. He was up at four every day for PT. After that it was shit, shower and shave, followed by breakfast. Then there was other training. It was the same.