Was I ready to go through with this? With everything that it entailed? With so many possibilities?And how would our interactions with the owner be lik...? Would it be embarrassing? After all, there was really only one reason for us being there, at that nondescript building in a nondescript neighborhood.When we arrived, the door was locked. We exchanged glances, the bitter cold preventing us from seeing much past our heavy scarves and hats, only a slither of our faces visible under the layers of. Consuelo looked at Bert as he swore, "There's a problem?" The Professor isn't on board," said Bert before looking upwards. "Is anyone else missing?" he asked."No other volunteer is missing," reported the AI, "but the Professor's concubine is absent."Bert slumped down on the nearest box and rubbed his temples, how had that happened? And more importantly what did he do about it?"Where is that dickhead shuttle?" he asked.The pilot replied to his question, "It's orbiting the base. My guess is that. She told are you angry with me I told no why u think so . She told as I did not tell her figure. I was really amused by her silly thought but I pretend that I am little angry . I told yes.She told me her figure. 34-30-32 and she is fair in color and 5.1 height.I asked her I want to see you . She told not today and after that we stopped chattingI did not get chance to chat with her for 2 days and did not check my mail also as I had some client release so was busy with that.When on weekend I. Finding no resistance, he slipped his hand under her the short skirt, and began caressing her ass. He like what he felt, and Rachel was becoming more and more aroused, as she felt his strong fingers invading that space that had been off-limits to anyone but Frank for all of these years.She continued to kiss him back, but now Richard's hands were under her shirt, gently massaging and kneading her breast, and when she still didn't resist, his fingers felt their way under the knit sports.