When her whole chest was red and blistered, he began to whip her with the nettles, letting her sway and writhe again. Her nipples were now impossibly ...hard and long. In time, the second bundle also broke apart and he ground the remaining handfuls of leaves into her burning bosom. She lifted herself clear of the floor with a muffled cry and threw her head back in pure agony. Without pausing, he took up the next bunch and used it to stroke her flat stomach and shaven pubic mound. She thrust her. I'm also a big Tom Clancy fan. Come to think of it, I read a lot of books and enjoy quite a few authors.(Mindy) In the "Plantation" story, how much research did you do for the facts and dialog to sound so real for that time period?(The_Professor) I'm something of a student of history and particularly like the period leading up to the Civil War. I had just finished Shelby Foote's series and traveled down the Mississippi River by riverboat. So the story was a natural.(Bashful) Have you been. A lot of freshmen had come here and done the same as him, their cocks out and hard as they danced and weaved amongst each other. Stranger danced with stranger and that dancing soon devolved into lewd touching, grinding. Amongst them were the seniors from the other three years, doing the same.The shy femboy could get front row seats to a show if he wanted to as some were bent over couches and tables while being pounded by a fellow freshman or maybe even a senior. Seniors could be recognised by. I put on my best stern look.“I have done no such thing. I have seen you dance. The more you do up there, the hotter you get. Are you trying to deny that?”She took another sip.“No, I love my job, or I did. Now I’m so conflicted. I don’t know what to think.”“I know you are conflicted. You have made a big step, and are unsure of yourself. You have conflicting emotions and are looking for somebody to pin it on. I am not the bad guy here. I just showed you another side of yourself you didn’t know.