Her mouth is opened in an eternally silent scream of ecstasy. One delicate hand caresses a silver breast while the other is pressed firmly against her...mound. Two fingers disappear into the life-like metal folds. As I examine her, I feel as if I am a goddess, watching over little humans and witnessing a real event, frozen in time. The image is so realistic and erotic that my clit twitches and a small shudder rolls through me. Do you like it, my love? Asmodeus voice startles me. My thoughts were. For the rest of her life she would harbor deep resentment against its inhabitants. She hated the men for willingly going out on slave-capturing raids, but she even more, she loathed the town’s women. She had spent months teaching them everything she knew about collecting food in the forest, sharing much of the knowledge passed to her by Babackt Yaga and the other Followers. However, along with distributing practical knowledge, Danka had made the mistake of trying to pass along the philosophical. I then turn to the food menu and ask what you’re going to have. You pick up your menu and begin searching for something to satiate your hunger as I once again place my hand on the skin of your thigh. You immediately place your hand on mine and squeeze it tightly to keep it perfectly still this time. I see the server approaching with our drinks and attempt to slide my hand between your thighs again. You keep my hand pressed down so I flash a sharply commanding gaze in your direction and you. I didn't know anybody, and my friend who had dragged me into this shindig, had left with a desperate-looking chubby girl that he was sure to get lucky with.Drink in hand, I wandered around trying to find somebody interesting to strike up a conversation with. A couple of hours later, and many drinks from the free bar, I had a pleasant buzz going on and still nobody to talk to.That's not to say that I didn't start conversations. I did, many of them. But for some reason, either because of my mood,.