I could use it too, analy thatis.... Oh yeah! Just remembered, I'll put that 'fiddle' on her so shecan't reach the controls... she'll be at my pleasu...e. The fiddle is asolid aluminum appliance that goes around her neck and holds the wristsabout a foot away from her face. Hey, I'll put it on her for her nextmeal and feed her. It'll be so cute! With the fiddle on her, I'll lether walk for me so I can hear those heels clicking, clicking.... clicking.Yeah. I'll lead her by her collar and. "You startled me! Do you always walk into places without knocking?" “I do when I own the place and it's in the middle of nowhere!” I stammered while my eyes feasted on her form. “Do you...uh…like rabbit stew?” She ran her eyes up and down my body appearing to undress me in her mind. She caught my knowing glance and abruptly stood. "Right now I would like anything as long as it was edible." "Yeah, I could tell by the way you are eyeing me up. I didn't know if you wanted to fuck me or cook me.". ” She shot Raz a knowing smirk, which seemed to put the Borealan more at ease.“I just...” I struggled to justify myself as my parents scrutinized me. “I wasn’t sure how you’d react to us, I guess I just put it off as long as I could get away with.”“And yet you insisted I meet your parents when you heard leave was coming up,” Raz chimed in, growing a little more confident. “You wouldn’t take no for an answer, like an angry little kitten denied a seat at the banquet table.”My mother laughed. The laughter died down and then there was another awkward silence. Samantha, looking almost disappointed, broke the tension by apologizing for her comment, and said that she should get back to work."Damn!", I thought to myself as my teenage-fantasy mind snapped back to reality. I prepared myself mentally to go home and jerk-off, and I got up again to leave. Before burying herself back in her paperwork, Samantha clasped her hands together, lifted her arms over her head, and leaned back in her.