Well, I thought to myself, I might as well get dressed and maybe see if there’s any coffee. I looked in the corner next to the door for the grocery...bag with my purse and all of my clothing.Gone.For some reason I found the situation completely undisturbing. You had had to go out and You had wanted to be sure I didn’t leave before You returned. And if that meant waiting for You, completely naked, for however long it might take, I was perfectly fine with that, Sir. Besides, I was so tired that. Around here." I brought my feet down and reached into my drawer. "Do you have a spare pair in your purse or desk?" She looked at me a moment as she came around my desk. "Well yeah but." "Good," I said cutting her off again. "Lift your skirt up above your hips." "But John I can't! we're in the office and…" "Then go back to your office, Kathryn, and let me get back to work," I said very matter of factly as I started to close the drawer. "No, wait!" she pleaded, as she bent and started to. You could pass as 30-40 years old (in human terms). Your skin is black, just like majority of Dark Elves. Your white hair reaches your knees. Your face is stunningly beautiful.Your time with Orcs left you with the well-endowed chest - side effect of constant births and drugs. Drugs forced your breast to constantly produce milk and kept you constantly aroused. After 70 years of usage (in slavery), it’s effects became permanent. Your breasts need to be milked daily, so you can function normally. Um...ok" was all he could say.Quinton stoop up out of the booth and looked around the room, the few other people in the bar were not paying attention and he stood in front of Mark's side of the booth, opened his suit and slid each side of his coat revealing his crotch. "Do you see?" he asked.Clearly Mark saw a large bulge that snaked down his right leg. Quinton's dress pants were tight enough to revel his massive hardon. But Mark thought it was best to play it cool. "No, not really. Its kind of.