"And all of your Fonti appreciate that," she said. "But rattling off numbers doesn't prove anything." If I didn't prove anything," I said, "then why w...uld Katrina be interested in me?"Jordan shook her head. "Although you didn't actually prove anything, you showed something a lot of other guys would have had problems with under the same circumstances."I frowned. "And what was that?" Confidence and certainty," she said. "You weren't exactly being modest but you weren't smug about it either.. ”“Okay…” I replied watching Christy blush again and then avoid my eyes and stare at the fireplace.“Now, I’m pretty sure…” she took a gulp of her drink, “You have nothing to worry about in the size department!” The last four words were uttered just above a whisper.I processed her statement in my head not quite believing what I had heard. “Pardon?” I asked nervously.“Fuck” she muttered and took another drink handing me her empty glass; “Re-fill,” she demanded.I stood facing the cabinet as I took. My mind starts to wander. I start to think about letting a man take me, letting him use me as his little slut and have his way with me. My hands begin to drift over more sensitive areas of my body. I start to lightly rub my cock through the silk material of the panty. It twitches at attention, and I start to rub the tip of it. It makes a small tent through the saree. Bringing my knees up, and lift up my saree. I spread my legs a little bit. Without even realizing it, my hand drifts down to my. Storage space is at a premium,” Arlene told the seven-year-old.“Bathroom?” Selina asked as she turned to face the young wives.“We suggest that you go before we leave, just as we will. There are ... facilities onboard our interceptor, but you will not enjoy them,” Ann assured her.“I am not a child. I will use what you two use, and I will not whimper as would a baby,” she said, her voice tight.“Sorry, Selina. I didn’t mean to imply anything. It’s just that there is no privacy. It’s something that.