”I looked at her with an eyebrow raised. “So, what am I? Filet Minion compared to a hamburger?” I asked dryly.She sighed. “Okay, the food anal...gy isn’t the right one. I don’t know how to explain it.” She met my eyes. “But I’m being as honest as I can. Short of another Magus intentionally using magic to seduce me, I don’t believe I’d be happy with anyone else.”“But happy in what way?” I asked.Her eyebrows rose. “Wait, are you asking what I think you’re asking?”It was my turn to look away. I. Withouteven thinking twice about it I instinctively stuck a hand inside my losefitting sweatpants and began rubbing my pussy through the surprisinglyalready very damp crotch of my panties. Almost immediately thoughI had to pull my hand out of my pants as Diane turned around to face meagain. It became almost like a game seeing how often I could sneak a handdown my pants and panties to masturbate without her noticing it. Everytime she looked away, even if just for a second or had to go to. While I’m squatting down I look up to you meeting your eyes for the first time and ask you if anything else needs to be measured. At this point the flirting and touching has me way past my breaking point…I kiss the head of your cock through your briefs. Before I go any further I ask you if you are ready to try on any of the suits we spoke about before. You tell me there was something else you wanted to try on before we worry about the suits. You grab the back of my head gently and pull down. "What the fuck is going on?" Callahan demanded. "Somebody chill the fuck out and give me a report!" Beyers here, sir," said the lieutenant in charge of his fourth platoon. "The Martians have rebar sticking up from the bottom of that ditch! They've sharpened the points into spears! We couldn't see it because of all the dust that's blown in there. The men went down and... fuck, sir... I never seen nothing like this. They're impaled down there!" Jesus fucking Christ," Callahan said, horrified.Men.