I smile shaking my head “no Im not on anything’ I reply back ( im hooked on you, I want some of your medicaines ur my d**g and I want to be ur jun...ie, is really what I wanted to say but due to working in the same place and me not wanting a sexual harresement I instead bit my tongue and begin to turn all kinds of red, here we go with this turning red thing. ‘vanessa, you can’t tell me u are not on anything, you are too hyper if this is you ‘huston we have a problem’ she makes a statement before. I tried to figure out the implications but, with the swaying motion of my captivity, it was incredibly hard to concentrate."How would she know my native tongue?" I wondered before abandoning the question to suffer the enduring discomfort of my confinement."We've never had a Guardian before," she informed me. "It will be interesting to see what you're made of, now that you haven't got your weapon to fall back on. The Trogs have a good memory for all the pain and misery you've inflicted on them.. Younger than me by seven years her few extra pounds did not bother me because she wore it well. She was tall and her exposed legs drove me crazy. Her long curly hair bounced as she walked and her smile was a warm as hot cocoa on a cold winter night. I stood my ground as I spoke, “Hi”. “Hi”, she said, as she got closer removing the lace shawl that that was around her shoulders. She moved upon me with the eagerness of a virgin in heat and kissed my lips. They were soft, warm and tasted like. " Oh?" Mary glanced down. "Maybe I can roll it..." She started working at the nightie, rolling the top under and effectively shortening the hemline. "How's that?" More fur," Randall replied, feeling his oats a bit at being in control. "And I reserve the right to ask for full removal when you girls go on display." Okay, okay," Mary kept rolling.Stick, however, put an end to it. "Looks like shit. Mary, pull it off." But, Stick!" Mary whined."Mary! Git it off!" Oh, all right!" Mary rasped, pushing.