The endgame wasn’t ideal but it would protect Callie.She emerged from the bathroom, interrupting my thoughts, her hair damp, towel wrapped around he... body, long toned legs bare. Pale blue eyes sparkled. She smiled.I stood. I had to hug her. She was so beautiful, inside and out - the complete package. Her smile broadened as I approached and she moved into me with easy comfort, her arms slipping around my waist.I hugged her.“What’s up?” she asked.“I needed to hug you.”“Kay,” she sighed, resting. It had been a long journey that morning after a particularly harrowing adventure. After a moment, she felt hot as if someone was breathing on her and took off her sweater, something she normally never did as she was embarrassed at the size of her breasts. Normally they were fully covered by a bra and bulky sweaters, particularly a red one, which had become her trade mark. Then she had this sexy feeling and felt hands fondling her large 38D breasts. Her own hands moved up and gently stroked the. The warleader slept naked atop his blankets, his body a dusky brown and so muscled his veins stood out against his skin. A shaved head gleamed in the lantern light. A black mustache, the ends long and drooping down to his chin, adorned a squat and chiseled face.The lamia shook her head in warning, an iron slave collar tight about her throat. She mouthed, “Run.”I winked at her.I crept closer to the sleeping warleader. A glint to my right drew my attention. In an open chest, sitting upon rumpled. At first I didn't understand then as I began to really pay attention to the TV I discovered I had stopped flipping channels on some cable access channel that was featuring two women teaching cooking to a small in-studio audience.I was busted. I started to stammer an excuse, but Leah just smiled and went into the bathroom to brush her hair. I lay on the bed feeling confused. Leah had to know that I would look, yet she wasn't upset when I did. Her earlier words rang through my head- "You keep.