‘Do you work, Miss Cottonwood?’ ‘Yes, I’m the owner and executive chef of Servello. It’s in the Pearl District downtown. . .’ When all the... other women ceased their conversation to stare at her, Brenda tried not to blush. ‘You own Servello?’ A woman with black hair in a tight french twist asked. Brenda nodded and sipped the red wine she held in her hand. ‘The Bistro and bakery?’ Another woman asked. Brenda nodded again. ‘How old are you?’ ‘Twenty two.’ One woman shook her head. ‘Not possible,. "Will I have trouble getting close from the air?" I asked Midnight."Probably," she admitted. "The very gravitic manipulation that lets you fly will let the sonic winds he stirs up toss you around pretty good. You'd be better off landing outside his main area of effect and running in." Yeah, once I'm down I can boost the gravities some to remain stable," I said out loud as it occurred to me."Good. That's good thinking Iron Man. Keep it up. We're close enough, I'm taking off."With that, Midnight. The man stood nearly the height of the surrounding trees as he stepped out into the clearing. With purpose, he then marched his long legs toward the girl. She wanted to scream, but her voice was just as paralyzed as her body. Tears rolled down her face as the young virgin tried in vain to escape her invisible bonds. She felt something, smooth like velvet, but with weight to it, which silenced her instantly and put her mind in an unnatural calm, start from her bosom and trail down her length. The object of my desire looked absolutely stunning and I could now clearly see her areola and hard nipples through the sheer bra and her dark neatly trimmed bush through the tiny panties, how the fuck I hadn't shot my load I'll never know!!!!As she sat down she reached behind and undid her bra, letting it fall seductively to the floor showing me the most perfect breasts I had ever seen.We were now sat directly opposite each other, me totally naked slowly rubbing and stroking my dick while she.