She referred to them as a handful but I was beginning to wonder whose hands she was talking about. Mine could barely fit around a single boob anymore....And today they looked magnificent as two tiny pieces of string held the sides of her dress together, struggling to hide the cleavage that was on display. They looked huge and not at all like a handful either. To finish the job, she had chosen for some understated blue heels that propped her arse up even more without drawing too much attention to. "Yes, you are a warrior from a planet that was destroyed by the King of All during his most recent project to combine the 6th and 7th universes."It seems the touch of this person's staff is making it easier to understand... That is what the staff tells you at least."You are the only survivor of the planet's deletion." The male starts. "It seems the King of All wanted you to survive." More interesting though." Vados starts. "It seems the energy from that planet and the people on it was. Your reply is a quiet sound (and a very slight, further spreading of your legs) that seems to invite my hands and fingers to venture onto your thighs and to continue this massage. Always keeping my hands on you, I begin to rather vigorously rub up and down your thigh. This warms up your silky skin and also seems to push the blood circulation back towards your body’s core. While doing this, I do a light rotating or twisting motion of my hands on the upward stroke and follow that with an almost. ‘I think she must have had some kind of memory loss. But how did she manage to be out there in the middle of the desert? Whether she’s Tamil or not, it’s weird for anyone to be roaming about the Sahara Desert without a vehicle, an accompanying robot or even a mobile phone.’ ‘Not to mention without clothes,’ added Dorothy, mentioning what should have been obvious but was easily forgotten amongst people who didn’t normally wear very much. ‘Perhaps she was attacked by someone who took her.