She opened her eyes and looked at him. Travis only had a towel wrapped around his waist. His hairy manly chest was as bare in open as her pussy or the...tits. She spoke in a whispering sound and asked Travis to touch her, if he wanted to freshen his memories. Travis hesitated for a moment but came out to say that he will touch her only if she would touch him with love of a mature woman. Travis was still restraining himself as Clara pleaded with him, wanting it done so much. Clara knew, she had to. "Yes, Master, I understand."Roquan could read Amanda's eyes so well, and now they said I trust you. Roquan did not understand why he was so taken with that. "You are not obligated to tell him the exact circumstances of your Draughtless state. You may refuse to give that information with impunity. But you must do what he tells you." Yes, Master, of course. I will please him the best I can."Roquan was relieved. It was amazing. With just the little freedom he had given her, she was now totally. Priya lay on the floor. Dev poured the oil on her navel, as it overflowed, he gently spread them across her belly. Priya bit her lips as her son oiled her fleshy belly. He then removed her blouse and poured oil on her cleavage. He kneaded both her breasts and poured more oil till he could freely move his hand over her flesh.“Ohhh beta, my body feels good!” Priya moaned. He poured oil over her hands and her armpits. Then he massaged her thighs, knees, the place behind her knees, her milky white. “Thank you for that report, Tabitha.”“Thank you.”Cassandra shuffles a couple of papers in front of her as the screen behind her disconnects from the feed from the White House to another feed of the ocean. “We now go live to Brock Solis, who is aboard the USS Gerald R. Ford in the South Atlantic. Good morning, Brock.”“Good morning, Cassandra,” the man replies, holding his coat tight to his body. He stands on the deck of the aircraft carrier as planes are both launching and landing on the.