There were some that she just couldn’t get her head around, too complex to be parsed by her, or by the computer’s algorithms. Still, it wasn’t t...o hard to infer meaning through context.She had begun beside the entrance, moving clockwise as she walked around the circular room. It was logical to assume that if the Krell wrote up to down and left to right, then the pictograms and reliefs were likely arranged in a similar pattern. She had employed Sleethe’s help in some places, having him lift her. It wasn’t all bad to be fair, mainly because Elizabeth Wigram, the heiress to the local brewery company and as gay as you like, had taken a bit of a shine to yours truly so I was getting a lot of very pleasant sex when time allowed. Liz was a bit butch, a bit rough in bed and determinedly in control. No complaints from me on any of those scores.The new season began, as always apparently, with a big cast lunch at a local hotel. We hired a ballroom, had lunch and then ran through a couple of bits. I moved my head a little but stopped. I don’t know why. I looked up again only to see his gesture where he seemed like encouraging me to not stop and go on.I decided to go for it. I grabbed his penis lightly, and brought the tip toward my face for a closure observation. He broke the silence and said “Jenny, don’t kill the momentum. Close your eyes and let me help you. I promise, you won’t regret.”His voice was so convincing, so reassuring. I don’t know why but I took his advice. I closed my. "But take those shorts off, you'll only get them wet in here," she continued."Sure thing, Miss Tina," Maku smiled. "No get shorts wet."He slipped gracefully out of them, sliding them down his hips, drawing one leg up and pulling it off and then drawing the other leg through the shorts. He flipped them through the open door and onto the dry rug in the next room. Tina surveyed her young masseur. His limbs were strong and well-formed, but although he was on the skinny side, his body was.