I thought.Without a further word Venatrix took the sheet covering my body off the bed, she and Dion had efficiently tied me like a prisoner ready to e...ndure the rack. Dion proceeded to kiss my legs as Venatrix drew a gloved finger across my exposed chest, my body ached in anticipation, they both knew this, they smiled with such a predatory glee that I had not seen since I was a young and foolish man. I knew this could be fun.Dion continued to move up my legs, his warm breath and delicate lips. I wasn't at all aided by the fact that she seemed to lean back towards me more and more the longer I stayed down on my knees."There's that pair off," I said, my throat suddenly dry. "Now let's get that other pair on."She nodded, lifting each foot slowly as I finished taking the first pair off.I set it off to the side, not bothering to think or worry about what we'd tell the employee at the register later as to why it was so very, Very wet.The second pair seemed to glide up her legs, like they'd. The system is no longer unfairly tilted toward women. Men get to choose whether or not they become fathers. When a woman gets herself pregnant out of wedlock, she and she alone is responsible for the financial well-being of the offspring. When married couples divorce, joint custody is the law. The offspring spends half the year with the father and half the year with the mother. Any woman who interferes in these custody matters or tries to manipulate the system against the innocent man will. No it was much different but no more important than the need for food. It was to be the beginning of her womanhood. It was to be the event that most women regard with great expectation and some with responsibility. It was an event that many thought sacred and to be done only with their husband. Maybe she would try to blame her mother for her present weakness later. Right now she was ready and she had held her breath waiting for the inevitable pain of entry from a man who wasn't even her.