Let’s see if you still do.” She breathed in deeply, exhaled and her body began to change once again. At first her skin became firmer, then defin...tions began to show, six-pack abs, triceps, biceps, calves, shoulders, and veins popped up here and there. As I looked up at this muscle goddess, she picked me up held me up against the wall as she continued sucking and licking my elongated stick. She keeps sucking me until I blow my load all in her mouth. After she sucks a little more to make. "Even without your toy, I know you could make any woman happy still!"Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart, I thought to myself. You may just talk yourself into wanting me to fuck you too! I kept my face straight, trying not to let my thoughts show."So I guess I thought a man like you would ... well, I don't know what I thought." She looked at me with sincerity in her eyes. "But I am very sorry that I was angry at you, that I said those things!" She glanced down at her lap and picked up. Basheera Al Hassan quickly completed shaving her faraj (vagina), finished her evening bath and redressed. As is customary among Arabic females, she and all the women in the household were meticulous about their personal hygiene, and shaving the pubic hair was part of that cleanliness. Basheera was a handsome woman, although modesty and responsibility kept her from acknowledging the fact. At thirty-eight, she was the oldest of the wives and the family matriarch. As such, she felt deeply. The research might not have begun, but when I related the concerns of Jackie and Faith, everyone accepted them. Goddesses were seldom wrong.The research had actually been directed more towards communications, at first. Gunnar had decided that our present system was too slow. Compared to what he had come up with, it was. His team had reduced the time lag by two-thirds.Before everyone disbursed, we also went over the security arrangements for our Bards. There were plenty of individuals who were.