He had more muscle mass than I did without looking beefy at all, which was nice. The longer I was exposed to his abdomen, the more fascinated it made ...e. As my eyes washed over them again, I pictured myself running my hands up and down them, feeling the ridges and planes of his torso… He pulled the covers back off his face and noticed me looking at him. “Are you checking me out now?” “Yep,” I said, looking down. “That’s alright, you’re pretty attractive. At least I was picky last night.” My. “Great Gods!” Artello said after a cursory examination of Hermes.“Yes indeed,” Rowenna replied. “What we need your people to do is guide me into fitting the frequency suppressor to his brain to prevent him fighting off the attempted removal of the devices. We have all the equipment you need, I believe, as you sold it to us.”“Yes, we did this with Dorry and Olmer although in reverse, as it were. We’ll be your eyes as you attach the electrodes to the nodal neuro complex,” Artello replied getting. As her pussy opened I would feel the moist wetness and use it to lubricate her entire valley with my finger, find her enlarged clit and gently massage it. I would now seek to meet her eyes, looking for the continued consent and after finding it I would smile at her and push my finger gently into her opening. I loved the way her eyes widened and her face took on a faraway look. There was no protest there and I would continue to move my finger in and out of that welcoming opening and up to her. My waist and hips have the right dimensions. My ass isn't flat but nicely rounded. I've been patted a few times by men who are appreciative. I don't condone such behavior and a stinging rebuke has brought forth apologies.My legs are, what I feel, my best asset. They are long and slim, like a ballet dancer's legs, strong yet so feminine. I like the look of them when Jack and I are dancing. Videos of me twirling, my skirt lifted, tells me how well they look. I shook my head, I wonder why Jack.