And so her thoughts raced until something cold and hard smacked her in her upper back. The key! Finally, she could release herself and ...she couldn...t reach the key. No matter how hard she twisted or turned her hands, the key was barely out of reach. All Sophie succeeded in doing was feeling the ball push her internal organs around and her aching pussy clench painfully around the pole. She resumed her crying in earnest this time, struggling desperately to reach the key. Unfortunately. But there are problems with the armor. First, it's made of steel instead of iron, so it's made much thinner, but the price is very high. I don't know how an armorer can make that much steel at one casting, but the man does it. But second, he makes it too thin on the sides, too thin to turn a lance or even a strong sword thrust. Octavius thought it would be good for ceremonial use, but not for real battle. He was going to buy a pair of grieves because they were so light, in spite of. Like she said, I’m a nudist now.”“Naturist.”“Whatever. How could I go back to Roxanne now, unless she becomes a naturist? Fat chance of that.”Rachel remarks, “It doesn’t have to be that black and white. But it works for me, talking selfishly.” She embraces Sean.“I’m realizing how much of an obstacle to nurture clothes are. Getting naked on our first date, that really wasn’t a date, to start out anyway, … getting naked simplifies everything, intimacy flows naturally. Yeah, we’re both hot for. Is that an invasion of privacy?" Who's Amy?" Jim asked. Aloud he asked, "Should we eat before making plans for tonight?"Aloud JJ answered, "Yes, we should eat it while it is hot. Chinese tastes terrible reheated." In her mind she answered, "Amy is Blake's alien. I named mine Abby." Aloud she called, "Girls, Jim's here with dinner. Come on down so we can eat it while it's hot." No honey," JJ answered Blake's privacy query but Jim and Kim could hear too. "It isn't an invasion of privacy. Consider.