A display appeared in the bottom corner. ‘Phase 1 active’ showed along with Supergirl’s heart rate, air temperature and several other measuremen...s. On the screen, the chair assembly started to shift. The upper portion moved back very slightly, easing her towards a more supine position so slowly she would not notice. Meanwhile, heaters in the equipment suspended above started to raise the air temperature, both additionally sensitizing her skin while also pushing her deeper into somnolence.. But I smiled at him, as if he were my PrinceCharming. I took him by the hand. "Come on, sweetie. Maybe you can dothe same to me." I tugged his hand, but he remained in place. "What'swrong? You backing out?" What if the bitch walks in on us?" he wondered.I grinned. "That would make it all the more exciting; we could make it athreesome."It took fifteen minutes to walk from the locker room to my dorm, but,during this time, I had second thoughts about going through withMarilyn's plan, especially. Jenny sought out my lips and kissed me, and it might have gone further but for the seatbelts still restraining us. ‘We’d better go in,’ she said huskily, ‘or you’re never gonna get your ring.’ Regretfully, I decided she was right, and we headed into the salon. It was a typical establishment, the kind I’d been in many times before, but I looked around with a new appreciation. Not unexpectedly, it appeared to be inhabited solely by women, nearly all of them fairly fashion-conscious. The staff. Bring them both and then go get your bags. I'll help you if you bring everything in here,” I said.In a few minutes, we had all the outer garments free of tags and folded on the coffee table. Amy was carefully removing the tags from a nearly transparent bra and thong set.“You know,” I said, “I enjoyed today.”“So did I. I can't believe you went shopping with me,” Amy said. “That was fun.”“I liked having you model your purchases for me.”“I wanted your opinion. Besides, you make me feel.