“Yes, I could use a little something also,” she agreed, “But how are we going to get anything to eat?”“I was thinking that I could get some ...arry out, and we could eat here or back in the room,” I told her.“And how would you do that? You would need to change clothes ... twice?” she asked.“I was thinking that I could use a glamour,” I said as I considered who to look like. A light came on in my mind then. “How about a glamour of Ben here. He is supposed to be a big wheel here,” I continued as I. Her 'panties' got soaked despite being of waterproof silk, and the movement of the horse made the little protrusion on the top rub her buzz button thrillingly.The horse riders in this time and area didn't use leather saddles or stirrups, just a light pad or blanket strapped around the horse's belly. John thought if he was going to be on a horse very much he would have to invent a saddle with stirrups. His little invention for Zithrusa's pleasure was stirring her up!She transferred her lust onto. ‘You…did a good job today,’ she muttered before going back to trying to get her keycard to work. Jesse McCree shot her a wry smile and said ‘Thank you kindly, ma’am, you too.’ He walked out of sight. She was left looking at him as he went, the keycard finally unlocking the door. She sighed as she entered her room. He’d just called her ‘ma’am.’ What the hell was that supposed to mean? Her room was standardized, just like all Overwatch outposts. Clean, silver gray metallic walls and floor,. Now we had planned on this being only the one night and given the lecture the afternoon before it certainly seemed like it would be but she asked would I like to stay, thankfully I had packed some coursework (remember exams) just on the off chance so I agreed, we were both getting along really well and enjoyed each other's company. I spent the morning working and she did something else, every now and then she would make a cup of tea and we would have a smoke and a quick chat, I noticed we were.