You wouldn’t. I’m avirgin, no boy has ever. My Daddy’s only used my, my,you know, my backside.”“I don’t believe it...,” I told her. “Come around hereand get down on your knees and show me your talents.Let me see how much you want to enter our school andget your program.” I looked at her entry forms. “Whois paying, your uncle?”She sniffed and walked around, her big jugs bobblingin and out of her open shirt and went down on one. One hundred years ago men couldn't own property. Fifty years ago a man couldn't vote in the elections. Ten years ago men didn't work after marriage because their female companions frowned on it, and to this day there are no men in politics or top corporate spots. Men on the average make 25% less than women do for the same job. There are also other areas where they are not treated equal. There are no men's professional sports on Ardor, only women's. I found a few clubs built for men only, but. She felt hands on her shoulders, massaging the stiffness from them. She leaned forward and another body slipped into the bath to support her. A gentle lover, he massaged every inch of her, taking pride in her moans of pleasure. He was getting hard feeling her bottom against his cock and her breasts in her hands. Gently, slowly, he lifted her and settled her on his cock. He slid in easily, inch by satisfying inch. His hands held her hips and moved her on him, slowly until they both came in a. "Hey, what are you doing?" she asked asshe stood up and turned towards me."I'm just picking these dirty clothes up off the floor and putting themin your laundry hamper," I answered, put off guard by her question. "Isthat okay? I just wanted to get them off the floor. I don't expect youto wash them for me or anything."She chuckled at me. "I'm just wondering why you're not leaving yourdirty clothes on the floor to pile up like you usually do." Is that what I usually do? Geez, I guess it is. .