They have a rod and bait. My cousin tried to infer the rod was the size of their cock but my Aunt only smirked a little harder and didn’t say it was... or wasn’t in the metaphor.My Aunt explained that she and her friends were the fish in the metaphor. “The bait is what motivates us and it is the size of the rod and how he handles it that reels us in,” she explained.“So obviously, you can’t use a rod and bait to catch a fisherman! He isn’t going to try to bite for bait. He is going to be motivated. I pulled Evelyn sharply toward me. "What are you doing?" I hissed at her. "He was going to end up here anyway. Look at them staring at his cock, it's a fuckin' gold mine. Besides, she really is an outstanding teacher." Evelyn's use of profanity outside the bedroom shocked me. "Ruth, she needs some assurance. How long has she been licking cunt?" Evelyn asked, pointing at Tricia. "Three days," Ruth responded. Lifting the lady's head by the hair she said to her, "Go lick the nice. > The guard then took us though the house which was like a palace until we came to a big living room where on a sofa the Sheikh was sitting with couple of people sitting by his feet. The guard went and whispered something in Sheikh's ear. > The Sheikh then asked "did you search him" > The guard said "yes." The Sheikh asked "and her?" > The guard again went close to his ear and whispered something with a smirk on his face. As he spoke the Sheikh Abdullah started smiling. He them told him to. A man, yet I had attracted a man that wanted me.Looking in the mirror for a way to deny the truth, I found myselfunable to find any sign of my former male self. I was almost 18 now,and really, no longer a male; but not a female either. As I undressedand my bra fell to the floor, my breasts fell free. No longer small,they had grown to a full 'B' cup, round and soft, pert and sexy. Ihefted one in each hand and looked at them. They were an undeniablesign of my femininity. My waist was now a.