The centurion had Quintus take hold ofConine's arms just above the elbows, using the weight and strength of hisupper body to keep her forced down agai...st the wood, while still hoveringoutside her essence. The men on her arms eased their grips a little, andstraight away the young man atop the prisoner had to exert more force toold her down. 'That's it Quintus, one called,' as hishands grasped the iron like swell of her biceps. Her back arched up a littleto try and throw him off as both. If anything, it seemed to have even less material than the one the Communications Officer wore.Made of black leather, the skimpy outfit consisted of an even shorter skirt and a high cut bustier held together by thin laces that crisscrossed her breasts. Long blond hair hung down the young woman’s back, bound by a thick black band. Around her neck was a thin equally black choker, with a silver unicorn shaped clasp on the side.A small golden rank insignia over her left mound showed her to be a. Can you drag yourself away from down there, so that I can join in the fun. I want to see what I already had sunk inside me this afternoon.’ He stood and smiled at her. She sat on the side of the bed to remove his jacket and shirt with unhurried hands. ‘We have all night. Why rush the pleasure,’ she thought. To her surprise, Emma found that his body was covered with fair hair. She had never seen such a hairy man! It was absolutely fascinating! His figure was taught and tanned with surprisingly. "Umm... Why, exactly?" I ask."Blonde, cute cheerleader with a supermodel body?" Megan snorts. "Everygirl would be jealous, Laura. I reckon every girl IS jealous whether theywant to admit it or not." Yeah, this 'supermodel body' kinda has a 'flaw' to it," I snort. "Ifanyone should be jealous, it's me." Yeah, well, they can correct your 'flaw'," Megan retorts. "They can'tcorrect my 6' 2" wide-shouldered skeleton, can they?" You'll always be a gorgeous, girly girl to me," I say, leaning in togive.