He took her to a sink and turned on the water. At first she thought he was waiting for it to get hot, so they could wash their hands, but he waited lo...g after the water steamed.“Looks like it’s draining again,” he said. He adjusted the temperature and washed his hands quickly and, stepping back, he handing her the soap. She scrubbed and scrubbed, but still didn’t feel clean. There were still some dark smudges on her fingers and palms that she couldn’t seem to get off.“I have something in the. .. It's been so long... I never thought — ever again... I-I don't know how to thank you," Celes finally managed to force out, with none of her customary accent.Danica's eyes welled up. They fell into each other's arms and both cried for a few minutes."You like it?" Danica asked and sniffled."Dear gods, Danica," Celes said with a little shiver running through her. "I've seen that girl Andrea at the baths so many times when Zoraster was torturing me with it. I wanted her so bad. I almost left. Once through the insulated wall the assault troops, who had been disguised as research assistants, turned on their mind control machine and rushed toward the bridge, only to find the hatch closing as they reached it."You have to get in there and open this hatch," the Officer in Charge of the assault team told the traitor. The traitor, even in his special protective gear was having a hard time concentrating with the device functioning."You have to turn that thing off first," he informed the. I serve dinner without flare but care and practiced hospitality. She blushes from the wine as we finish our meal.“Would you like a massage?” I ask, once we have settled in the living room and I have cleared the table. Her nipples are obvious, sticking out through her shirt. If they were knives they would have pierced her bra and shirt with their persistent pressure. My dick was beginning to feel the same was as I anticipated the nights adventure. “I haven't had a massage forever. That sounds.