Afterwards I left her there, my mind fogged with lust and possibilities. I approached Josephine and asked her to look into Morrigan's child, Arthur, w...o lived in the Palace, and find out what concessions it would take to secure him for our cause, and then I sought out Solas. He assured me that a blood mage could easily over-ride any lasting commands left in place by a previous 'master', and searched his private stash of books in the library until he found one explaining the basics of. Jenny was a little plump, but not fat. Her breasts and hips belonged to somebody much older than almost-thirteen, and when she walked Alex wanted to moan while watching her hips shift. From behind, her buttocks shifted left and right, and from the front, her marvelous, generous breasts bounced with every step."Little Jenny" was very conscious of the effect she had on boys around her, and she liked it. When in a group, Alex kept the conversation with this "friend of the family" innocent, or at. How far could he push her. He had never thought of himself as the dominant type, but now was having other thoughts. Sasha's moaning was becoming increasingly louder which pulled him from his day dreams and back to the present. Specifically that they were still at school. "Sssh, keep it down" he said, while at the same time increasing his pressure on her, knowing it would make it harder for her to do so. "Oh God!" She all but yelled in response. "I said, keep it down" and with that he silenced. His eyes would dart surreptitiously between her breasts and face, frightened of angering her but unable to resist. She would often lean back to ‘ponder’, eyes partially closed, hands massaging her neck and temples. His eyes would rivet to her chest, hypnotized by her mellifluously swaying breasts. This little dance, lean forward/lean back repeated many times: puppeteer pulling the strings of her ‘real boy’. She was truly beautiful, with an arsenal that included much more than her breasts..