The bathroom was spotless, and very well-lit. The lights had been dimmed in the cabin during the flight and it was only now that I got a good look at ...er face. She was beautiful. Soft, dirty blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail and expressive gray eyes. She threw her arms around my neck and gazed at me like a traveler in the desert coming across an oasis. I instinctively put one hand on her waist to keep her from falling back over the counter and another hand on her back. ‘You’re gorgeous.’. She always cleaned herself really well after sex so that she would not develop a smell. She was slightly obsessed as he put it, also.In the cart she also noticed hair remover, women’s shaving cream and a razor with a pack blades and the last of his stuff was a pile of women’s panties in every color imaginable. She picked up a pair and saw that it was a thong. Seeing her curious look he explained, “Most slaves don’t wear any panties. I happen to know that women don’t like to go panty less under. Her legs were getting tired before she stopped. She had a look of concentration on her face."When I push down to jump up and when I land," she said quietly."When you land you push down, don't you? Else you would fall on your butt." Ree'al asked without turning around."Yes." Now watch me, not my ginja," he added as he pulled his sword.Again he struck the tree, twice this time. Both cuts went completely through."Did you see where the power came from?" he asked."On the first you dropped down. On. I also enjoy this one. Get on your hands and knees."She quickly did so. "You're sure?" Try me and find out." He ran his hardness up and down the insides of her thighs. She shivered at the feeling. Sometimes the anticipation was just as good as the act itself. He rubbed himself through the folds of her sex, then pressed forward carefully, lodging just his tip inside her. He paused, shifting his position slightly. Then he placed his hands on her hips and pulled just as he thrust forward. She.