She knew Claude could outbid her. She was there mainly to see who would buy them. Isabella and Claude clasped hands as they spoke, their face inches a...art. Claude was shivering with excitement when Isabella showed her some scars she had received when fighting in a Madrid brothel when she was young. Claude licked the scars on her arms, breasts and thighs. The two women were seducing each other. Isabella slipped off her mini-thong and, right under the nose of Claude, slowly inserted the thong. You'd get a good trade on that." Sir? The Seventh Hague Convention..." How does it work?" Delios asked, brushing past the enemy commander."Well, see, at the back, here, is the power pack containing a High Output Rechargeable Cell. This, here, 'HORC', is coupled to the Reaction Chamber containing an excitable coil and main capacitor bank..." You swallowed a fucking dictionary, Mikele?" Your Commanding Officer..." Roger told me how it works," Mikele responded. "That's cooled with liquid Nitrogen. We both stood there huffing and puffing and I could not resist giving her a huge hug. With her huge breasts mashed into me, I honestly wanted to take her right there. There was this electricity between us but I let go and just looked into her eyes for a minute to see her reaction. She was still breathing heavy and I think she was pissed that she lost. She was the first to really say anything. “I really thought I was going to win. I guess you were just toying with me,” she said. “No. You were. “You know that I was.” I whispered into her ear. She responded by asking, “How does it look?” “It looks good enough to eat.” I whispered back. She remarked, “Only to eat?” I answered confused, “What else do you have in mind?” My love said in a low sexy voice, “You will see when we get back to your place.” We danced until we began to get thirsty then made our way over the bar. To the bartender she asked for a Long Island Iced Tea and a rum and coke. We went back to our table and sat closely..