. happier than she had been when she had arrived, that was good, she must have gown accustomed to the Polars by now. She eyed the table apprehensively... the giant, furry aliens bustling and brushing shoulders as they chewed hunks of steak and shared side dishes between their neighbors. Though they had human cooking utensils, the Polars still preferred to cook their food in the traditional manner, the appetizing scent of food roasted over an open flame hanging in the air.“I’m uh ... I’m a. I paid the driver, took my luggage and got off. The taxi took a U-turn and drove away as the girl walked me into a building. It was only 8.10am and I was almost an hour early. There were several more girls in blue sudidhars in and outside of the building with writing pads and name badges. A few girls around my age wearing different clothes were sitting in the line of steel chairs with name badges stuck to their clothes. They were all very nervous looking and remained quiet for all I could. Peterson.There I got a surprise. Dr. Peterson was a shapely blonde in her thirties, wearing a dark blue power suit with sufficiently short skirt to allow me a view of generous expanse of well rounded thigh when she sat on the witness chair. During her whole testimony she tried to pull down the skirt hem without a millimeter of success. Her white blouse was open at top permitting me from my raised position a good glimpse of her milky breasts. She was using a flimsy almost transparent bra giving. Hisheart was out of control behind his padded pushup bra. His hairless,tanned, baby oiled legs felt weak at the knees perched gazelle-like on hisdelicate heels. His black-rimmed doe eyes blinked nervously as he scannedfor reactions in peoples faces, wafting his long, sooty eyelashes up anddown like miniature crow feather fans."How's my skinny little girl friend enjoying herself so far?" asked Kim."Bloody hell, Kim, what satisfaction could you possibly be getting fromthis craziness? Did you not.