She wore white shoes, high heels, finished in a long tip, Texans blue jeans. I must say, those jeans made a perfect drawing of the most splendid ass c...ntour I’ve ever pictured, this added to her capability to shake it well as she walked. She wore a fine black jersey too tight, up her body. This woman’s hair was curled and wavy, chestnut – colored with clear locks of hair. She ordered at the bar, turned around and came up to seat at a table just across from mine. I would be caught by now as. Maybe he was a pianist or a masseuse. I sighed in relief when I found no ring on his left hand, although I was baffled as to how anyone attached to those exquisite hands could possibly be single. As he held out his credit card to the cashier, he glanced over his shoulder at me. That was the first time I looked away from his hands and took in the rest of him. Unremarkable, really, in comparison to his hands. Neither tall nor short, thin nor fat. Roughly my age. Apparently in good health.. Lila's body would certainly have received from her Kurmasters and their human agents the benefits of the Stabilisation Serums.These drugs extended life and health on "primitive" Gor well beyond thatof "advanced" Earth. That lifelong sentence could be vastly extended. Ofcourse, being female on Gor added its own frisson to his alreadysaturated emotions. What he was currently enduring physically could be,would be, the norm of experience if he continued in this condition.Gorean men were very. "Sir moves his hand between sub's thighs and strokes from back to front. "Mmmmm. What do you think? Moist?" Mmmoist?" Sub asks as Sir strokes her again. "I would say quite definitely damp, Sir."A third stroke, harder this time. "I do believe you may be right. Back to your knees sub. You know what to do."She can't help but smile as she takes her position in front of Sir and unzips his pants. She takes out his semi- erect cock and immediately starts licking it, the head, the shaft. As Sir hardens.