In high school (two classes), nursing school (three classes), and at her first job (at the lunch table) my wife was exposed to some feminist views tha...t were stronger than the mainstream. All preached the same militant tune: “my body, my choice!”Each of the classes spent at least a month looking at fairy tales, traditional stories, literature and popular current authors to find the “subtle chauvinist themes.” The first example they all jumped on as “especially insidious” was the strong “white. He enters without a knock finding Benice involved in a serious conversation on the phone. Walks behind her desk and reaches through her blowse and beneath her bra to feel her large breasts. Turned on by the sheer fact that he can do this without question nor resistence he could feel his cock already getting hard. This, just moments after leaving what he considered an adequate start to a physical relationship with Elise which he very much looked forward to exploring and exploiting for a very. She bites my shoulder, hard and for real, and I bite her back the same. We're locked like snappin' turtles till finally the shakin' stops. The fan can't keep up so we lie together, pantin' like dogs an' God help me even her sweat smells like honeydew to me.Dangerous, dancin' with a bull.She's lyin' on my shoulder, and we're so hot where we touch it's like fever. She whispers to me, "Let's get out of this place. Surely you've got some gas somewhere?" as she's tippin' the tequila bottle to my. .. and said so. „Why?“ I asked.„The Princess makes the rules here,“ came the short reply.„Perhaps she thinks there’s enough female flesh in the Harem for that kind of enjoyment. Or perhaps she thinks it will put the Ponies off their work.“„A pity anyway,“ I said.I had been looking forward to feeling that huge bottom against my belly while I took her. And grasping those thighs. Those breasts.Ingrid shrugged. „But you’ll come back to the Stables?“„Oh yes, sure thing,“ I said.Later, when Ingrid.