Stepping back he lifted the hook to make her balance herself on her tip-toes. I gave you a few chances to be a good little girl, but you fucked up. He...removed her Chuck Taylors and tossed them across the room after checking her shoe size. Stepping back away from her he laid the small spreader bar back on the table and picked up a walkie-talkie. Stepping across the room he called for Vino. Click-click What do you need sir? Came Vinos voice over the radio. Vino, can you bring up a pair of lime. She was standing over me when she said, "Mark, I know you like strong women. You like a woman to take control. You like a confidant, skillful woman." Cindy said, "Don't say a word, just admire." Then she turned her back to me and pulled up her dress and put one knee on the desk as she exposed her well-toned legs and beautiful ass. Her thong panties were fire-engine red and they looked so good against her skin tone. Her legs got better the more you looked at them.Cindy said, "Mark, does this. Thanks to her practices, and a few dangerous experiments, she has lost the ability to give birth, but has gained inhuman strength and speed, equivalent to twice that of a strong man.Psychological Profile: Samora has a strange habit of closing her eyes when snipping, relying on her scenes to feel her target... this usually leads to missing her target, and getting caughtPersonality: Samora is a tough gal when she is fighting, but soft too those she cares about. She loves to fight and is hard to. "We are going to survive this, aren't we?" her false hope attempting to re-enforce itself."As long as we keep fighting, we will," he lied again. "It'll take all three of us to get through this storm, but if my crew keeps giving me their all like they are now, we'll be fine." Lying son-of-a-bitch," she accused him, "but I love you for trying. Keep it up and I might even believe you." Night, girls," he bid them as he left the deck, aware of both women's discomfort at have to fight the storm.