..... she was lovely and in a fit of uncommon bravado on his part he messaged her. More in hope of just a reply than of anything actually happening. J...st the hope that she would at least respond so he could say he had tried to talk to her.But she had replied. It was a short message but she didn't brush him off with a thanks but no thanks. He felt a glimmer of hope spark into life. Maybe she would like to keep chatting.The meetingThat had been just over a week previously and in the intervening. Now, I wouldn’t object if she wanted to pleasure me, but that’s not what it’s about for me. And if I’m with a man, I want him to get pleasure from me, I’m there for him to use to satisfy his desires. Not in a ‘fuck her, then toss her away to one side when he’s done’ sort of way, but his pleasure is what I want to concentrate on.”“That makes sense, I think I have a better understanding now,” I said. “It’s not the standard dominant / submissive relationship, but I can work out how to handle that.. Let's get comfy."She helped me undressed, taking car to keep my mouth away from my undershirt. It is easy to wash me, not my laundry. She handed me a towel, pointed out the shower, and said, "Give me five minutes." As I washed, I hoped she would not change as I wanted to unwrap her. When I got out, she was dressed, but in a long robe. Damn, I wanted to let those breasts fold out from her bra, and to play with her panties on for a while. I was also afraid of perfume...hard to get that off. As I. That the Ambassador didn't go instantly insane was a measure of how much his attitudes and resilience had been influenced by the prolonged contact he and his fellows had had with the human race."Then we'd better come up with a solution that is acceptable to you, hadn't we?" said the President lowering his eyes from the ceiling. Despite the shocking announcement he'd just received his mind began wrestling with the problem; recriminations and revenge would come later."We've been fighting these.