" I know, I know." Serena sighed. "I have to trust Pushpa. Without her, I cannot rule." Think, Serena, you know Pushpa better than we do." I said. "Ye... Lisa and I would trust Pushpa with our lives. What does your heart say?" It says that I trust Pushpa. Not that I must trust her, just that I give her unqualified trust." "Then tell her, Serena. She needs to know." You are right, Harold. Yet Sanji, Mohan, and the other conspirators, whoever they are, have been much cleverer than I expected. They. We spend the next hours slow dancing and sipping on wine. He discreetly ever so gently plays with my brests through my silk shirt, keeping my titties so very taut and hard. He kisses me with the equality of the goodbye warkiss in Cold Mountain. His seduction is almost complete, I give in, I ask him if we can leave. He smiles with victory in his eyes, and he kisses me one last time and tells me no, I have to wait for him. I have to wait one week, and meet him at the same time at the same place. "I'm the same. We think it's a density thing. Go grab thebar and bench, I'll spot."Quartz looked at the weights of the bar, "That's how much, exactly?" Shecouldn't actually see the weights; there were bags over the plates.Jet smiled. "Don't worry; I did it about 10 minutes ago, no problem."Quartz smiled nervously, "Right, then get your black ass over here andspot me."Jet did so, as Quartz took her position on the bench, and gruntedsoftly, and picked up the bar, did a rep, then placed it back on. He was wearing a pair of beige chinos and a tight navy blue t-shirt. It was like the outfit was made for him. The material slid across his chest perfectly and as i looked down i could clearly see the outline of his six pack which meant he was incredibly fit and instantly i assumed he would have excellent stamina. Moving further down, the front of his top was tucked into the top of the trousers, showing a beautiful brown belt with a big buckle. All i wished for was for him to take it off in one.