I released my grip, and his breath exploded in a quick gust. I arched my eyebrow and he gasped in, while my hand tightened around his neck. His hands ...lutched the bedsheets, half-grabbing them because he was scared and needed comfort, and half grabbing them because I'd commanded him to not touch me, and he was afraid he'd reach up to me in his lust. He loved my breasts, touching them, rolling my nipples around with his thumbs as I rode him. I liked it too, but not today. Today I wanted. ..”“Don’t you even fucking dare” he said.”We live in a village.We have a good local shop.One of the great things about a good local shop is that if you can’t find you can ask.One of the....Oh fuck it! Come with me”He grabbed your wrist again and dragged you to the hall...to the door and out to the front gate.You were trying to cover your breasts.He didn’t even notice.You could feel the blush spreading from your cheeks down your neck to your chest and remembered hearing somewhere that people. No, it was black stone ... and, hey, he could move his head! Cool! Things were looking up! Speaking of which, he should.A small alien creature was on its hands and knees before him.Hank was on some sort of round stone dais, maybe a foot off the ground. The floor around the dais was also stone, irregular grey bricks polished to a shine. The room seemed to be square, walls of a rough cut stone, like something out of a medieval fantasy movie. So, really, did the creature. It was ... furry. White. I am just guessing here, but I expect her natural dark triangle of pubes would still leave her with a shadow even if she got waxed a few times a week.”Looking at the girl again, I thought to my goggles to find me exactly what I wanted, if it was here. They didn’t have any on the rack, but had just gotten a shipment in that had the exact one-piece suit I had in mind in blue, green, pink and a shade of red that would cause men to pop wood trying to decide what she was hiding underneath.I got one.