Dulcie had called Rebecca’s parents. It was clear, though, that there would be no understanding from them. All Dulcie could say was ‘if ever you c...ange your minds, call me’.It took a couple of weeks to settle the details, but Rebecca, suitably uniformed, bruises almost gone, started at The Plume School. Dulcie had had ‘words’ with the Principal, whom she had encountered before in relation to another ‘fostering’. As a result, he was sensibly receptive.Rebecca, unprompted, accompanied Liina to. I was able toget a small scholarship and found enough work to fund my schooling.Between study and work, there was very little time left for me tosocialize. I managed to do fairly well in school and would graduate.My folks were to fly in for the commencement ceremony. They nevermade it. The commuter plane they were in crashed a mile short oflanding. As I remember, they said it was due to an engine failure. Idunno. Their insurance kept me in school, and I swore that I wouldget a Master's degree. Maybe he wasa natural submissive at heart who'd been waiting for a dominant woman allalong. Julia rolled the words over in her mind,'female lead marriage'. Itexcited her, made her feel powerful and as she looked upon her nervous,apprehensive husband it seemed perfectly proper and appropriate. Ericcertainly wasn't fit to lead but she was, at home and at the office.So why not explore a FLM? Why not push him towards it? She could changeher mind later, if she didn't like it, right? But before she. There’s just one rule. No fucking her pussy. You can eat it, you can touch it, and you can fuck her in the ass. Just don’t put your cock in her pussy.”“That works for me, as long as Little Lisa is up for it.”“Oh, I am. I very much am.”With that, he reached down and shoved one of his thick fingers up inside me. Using that as an anchor, he pulled my feet up in the water until I was floating on my back again, and he crouched down, until only his head was out of the water. Taking his finger out, he.