As you lie there, remembering the steamy story you had read, your left hand slowly releases the sheet and slides under. For a brief moment, the passag... of your hand pushes the sheet away from your breasts, and the loss of sensation is almost painful. You quickly drop your hand to your stomach, and the satin settles back onto your body, your other hand continuing its almost excruciating dance, dragging the sheet around in circles. Your free hand gets back into the act, dragging your fingernails. At the end of the street was a hotel that served a passable beer for aliens, and good simple food. He also liked the company of the artisans who frequented the bar rather than the stream of high society guests who frequented Arron and Minara's manor.When he had first walked into the hotel bar all conversation had stopped and everyone had turned to look at him. With his blonde hair and aquamarine eyes he stood out from the crowd. They instantly recognized him and being 'their' General Arron's. Daddy nods to two guys at the door and I can't help but blush as I wonder if they are the friends or just happened to wander by and stop to watch. It becomes quickly obvious that they are Mark's friends when they hand over a few bills. One whispers something in Daddy's ear.I shudder a bit at the evil grin that passes over Daddy's face. He glances to me in time to see the worried expression and the grin turns to a smirk of satisfaction.After chatting with the guys for a few minutes, he turns. Her dress was a symphony of subdued elegance. It flowed and flowed all over her tall body to hide almost every sexy feature. Even her acquired bust was far less prominent than the last time I saw it.Nevertheless, she looked dazzling.After having been announced, she and her toad glided off the curved stairway to meet the stunned commoners they had invited. That is to say — Myriam glided. The beaming troll at her side was just a stumbling shadow.Well — at least in my eyes he was.I succeeded in.