About five foot ten inch inheight, a little bit stocky, probably due to middle age, and goodliving. Balding, with a beard, I found that he was usually...a littleappeared a little cool with people."What would you like to drink Sir?" I asked him."Scotch with ice," he answered, no please from him.I fixed his drink and returned with it, he took it from my tray, nothank-you either, I noticed.Next to arrive was Gary, he was married to Chantelle. He was theyoungest of the group, late thirties, six foot. But in private, or the right other circumstances, I gravitate towards being just a little bit more sexy without conscious thought. While not a big thing, this just adds an extra bit of zest to the moment for both me, and any partner I might have at the time. And when there's no partner, well I'm always getting ready for the next one.In one way becoming Empress really goes against the very nature of being a fembot.Fembots, like strippers and whores, always strive to make the person we're with —. “Rise Cordelia, and take your place alongside the other Leaders. You have two days to choose your team, and until tomorrow night to choose your second in command. Choose wisely Cordelia, they will be the people you will have to trust with your life.” He was silent for a moment, and then placed his hands on her head. “Rise now and welcome to the League of the Red Hoods. Serve us with grace and honor. Most importantly never forget you serve the Lord and the work you do here on earth is all in. Brian wouldn't have refused anyway, but her smile convinced him to do it. She pointed to the lotion on the table and Brian walked around her to get to it. She settled back down onto the lounge chair and he put a small amount of lotion on his hand.He started at her shoulders and slowly worked down to the top of her ass. Another squeeze of the bottle gave him enough to finish her back. He rubbed it into her incredibly soft and warm skin, purposely avoiding any attempts to get his hands anywhere.