I was gazing at a goddess. Her hips flared nicely, her butt was round. Her waist narrowed and I didn't see anything in the way of excess fat. Her abdo...en was flat and well muscled. Gazing up I got a real good look at the gigantic melons on her chest. There was a little sag to them because of their weight, but the nipples still faced forward and were they huge. They matched her breast perfectly. They were almost as big around as my fingers and they stood out proudly from her chest, like little. "I just got back into my office, which still looks like a tornado went through it. I lost two machines to the little shit and that will take me the bulk of the day to replace and I am three days behind on Craig's email project, which I owe him a status report on yesterday. What's that line? No one get's 10 minutes today." I had already sent an email over to Jerry asking permission to spend a couple of hundred of the company's money to go and get some new machines off the shelf. If he approved. I’d admire their muscled bodies heaving and sweating in unloading and then piling up the bales. And they looked at petite and pretty me in my housedress all innocent, the breeze blowing the soft fabric to outline my lithe body. Their looks were lascivious and made me sweat, too…my own feminine secretions cooling my thighs, if you know what I mean…juicy wetness making me shiver and feel naughty, the air cooling me down there. Their smiles let me know what they were thinking and I smiled right. Gnarly.”After a short pause, perhaps to gauge if I was actually paying attention or to take a breath, she continued.“Fights lasts until one participants gives up or kicks the bucket. But, chillax dude our spooky, scary necromancers have you covered. The whole arena is drenched in a Level 3 reviving spell, that will heal all wounds, including a sudden case of mortality, once the battle is concluded. Radical!”“Swagger your way trough the whole tournament and you will loot the grand price of a.