When he got home his nippleswere quite sore.After eating, Nick opened the computer and called Andromache again. "Areyou prepared to be polite this tim...?" She asked."Yes, please don't hang up. I need help. Will you please make me a managain?" That's not going to happen. Don't ask again or I'll close this accountand you'll never reach me again." Okay okay, I'm sorry. Look, I want for a short walk today and my nipplesreally hurt, how can live with these huge boobs jiggling all over?" Well Nikki, I. Yea women and men are different, but does that mean that one of us is inferior to the other? Absolutely not. So why is the stereotype that plague our sexes so strictly upheld. Women claiming that they can't do certain jobs, men not being able to show any real emotion outside of anger, lust, and arrogance. Its absurd to think about and yet i find it in my life daily. I was working part time at a department store at 16 when i encountered my first feminist. She was talking in the break room to one. When we entered the house my draw dropped into a state of shock. The room was dark except for the red glow that only candlelight will give. The walls were covered in drawings of girls tied up with objects shoved in their vaginas and scars covering their breasts. Along the walls there were various objects; racks, crosses, and cages. Various hooks, and rings hung from the walls and ceiling. There was a large coffee table in front of a couch covered with all sorts of whips, ropes, dildos,. While I did so I reached down and back into her cunt went my one hand as I again fucked her. When I stopped I raised my hand to her mouth and had her suck on my fingers as I got down on my knees. When i took my fingers out of her mouth I reached down and spread her legs apart, "Play with your cunt whore" I demanded and down into her cunt went her fingers as she and I both now finger fucked her cunt. I would at times reach me hand up and make her suck on my fingers so that she could taste her.