She had looked up, blinking past stinging eyes and ravaged lips to see the pleasure in her Master. That had made everything alright. And so now, as he...commanded her to open herself to him, she complied. Her long, smooth legs spread wide for him. Her years of grueling ballet instruction made this possible. Panties stretched over her shaved pussy letting cooling air into its steamy recesses. Vulnerable; so very vulnerable right now. She waited for...something: a word, a breath, a touch.. "Melissa was looking a little worried again. "Is there a ladder around or something we can use to get to it?" Well usually I would have t call facilities to bring a ladder in. That could be a few hours though. We are going to have to get a little creative if we are going to get this operational in time for your presentation." I gave a little sigh and looked down at her apologetically. I was really starting to wonder if I could get this thing working for her. I felt like I had to. My chance of. I've been taking care of myself just fine for a fuck of a lot of years. I don't need you to do it for me!" She rose as well, refusing to back down."You can be such a bitch, Mira." She could hear the disgust in his voice and it made her smile."You know where the door is, Hunter." She turned, scooping up her shoes and heading for the doorway that led out to the hall and then to the stairs. She was heading up them, right now. He could find his own fucking way out. "Forget where I live, Hunter.. “If there was only one, I bet I know another guy I could get into ... things. I am thinking of that group that came when we were there. They seemed nice, and the ratio ... Yes, the ratio was extra good, because there was something cute for you too. So yes, more than one.”“What about those suggestions you had, for if the Hulk had made the ‘snap’ noise.” She quivered when I said that.“Those ... I am not sure where they came from, but after what Jack did it was like flipping a switch. Someplace.