"When she did, dragging her eyes reluctantly away from the fascinating and forbidding array of toys, he said, "Come here."He mentally held his breath....This second encounter was crucial, and he wasn't entirely sure she wasn't going to flee at any moment. She wanted it, yes—he could see the temptation and longing in her eyes when she looked at his supplies. But all her reactions last night had been those of a woman experiencing BDSM for the first time, and she'd had twenty-four hours to convince. This had given Jessica a reputation for being an ice queen, but she did not care so long as she was successful.Her level of prestige also demanded a higher standard of professionalism. While her team scoured the remote desert near the Persian Gulf in shorts and tank tops, she reserved herself to a white polo and khaki pants. This was not due to a lack of body confidence. Dr. Anderson had a tall limber frame fron years of long hikes to archeological dig sites, and her b-cup breasts and ass were. But there is no time for talk now, we must be off.’ Yaaron tried to walk toward me, but his form was too weak, and even his two legs and staff did not hold him steady. I rushed to catch him as he began to fall. So surprisingly light was he that I jerked him upright with enough force to jar him a bit. ‘Careful! Careful. I have not passed on my secrets just yet,’ he scolded in a half whisper. I apologized. ‘I am light with my weakness, now, so take me on your back and carry me. I will not be able. I saw my cock appear out of the one on my right, as mine went into the one on the left. I looked at the dilemma, and backed up. I pushed my bed against the wall, and lay on my side. I could see my crotch dead on, when I looked through one portal. "This aught to be interesting," I said to no one. I scooted up against the wall, with my crotch slightly through the left portal. My cock was in perfect spacing in relations to my face on the other. "Here goes," I said. I leaned in and took my cock.