Great hips for child production, legs that seem to go on forever. Need I say more brain? I know but…, Brain starts .wait a minute…., confused now ...he speaks again, ‘great hip for child production’ what are you a freaking breeder? No, no, no, but you know that our man would like some children, especially now, with what happen a couple of years ago you know, brain actually makes a statement of sense (for probably the first time). Brain regains his thoughts again, first off, I’m shocked, that you. ..?" An exhaustive programme of physical and psychological tests carried outin an underground laboratory, your movements monitored by closed-circuittelevision cameras twenty-four hours a day." She sits forward, her bearingsuddenly more confrontational. "But for better or worse theresponsibility's fallen to me - and part of my remit is to decide how youcan best be of service to us in your current situation." You've got a nerve," I laugh. "You stood by and watched Ruth steal mybody, then let her. His eyes scanning over my body, from the tops of my breasts down to my pussy. “I can’t train next week, sorry”, he smiled. “That’s too bad, we still okay for the following week?” Still struggling to hide my excitement. “Yes it will be fine then, just next week I have to babysit my sisters children”, his eyes now fixed on my breasts. “That's okay, Uncle Bas, I’ll see you next session then”, I tease. “You will. See you then." Now with a great big smirk on his face. He begins to walk away then. “She’s alive!” he shouted as soon as Proctor had opened the door of her cruiser.“Alive?” asked Proctor. “Are you sure?” She had already begun keying her shoulder-mounted microphone as she simultaneously began running towards the body along the river.The man panted his words as he tried to keep up with Proctor, “Burt down there just saw her moving.”Proctor glanced over her shoulder to verify that her back-up was joining her, then relayed the new information to Communications and requested an.