"She responded by going splay-footed. She stood like a kitchen maid. Yet the effect was unspeakably fetching. I glanced at Gleyre, and caught him... studying not the model but my reaction to her! My eyes began to swallow this woman. I was impressed. She was no Odalisque. Her legs were relatively short and her hips large and elongated to a high, narrow waist. The effect was of massive weight belied by the smallness of her breasts and her face. Above the waist she was a delicate . “Will you help wash me?” she asked softly, offering me a large washcloth.I suppose the difference between a washcloth and a towel is in the context. I could have dried myself with this thing, but it worked well to clean her large body quickly.I started with her snake half at the midbody, working my way down to her tail. She seemed to enjoy the feeling. Then I swapped the towel/washcloth for a regular-sized one. I scrubbed her everywhere. The back of her neck, under her breasts, all the way down. British MI6 and the OSS - now the CIA - used the technology to...”I stopped. A sudden thought occurred to me.“To what?”“Give me your locket.”“Why?” Callie asked suspiciously, her hand closing around it possessively.“The microfilm technology, or more specifically, the microfiche technology was used to pass secret information between agents.”“So?”“Give me the locket.”As she removed it, I continued. “Spy agencies adapted it to produce microdots; tiny specks that carried information.” I took the. You say, ‘Don’t open your eyes yet.’ and I don’t. I feel you removing your shirt, then I feel your hands and mouth on my breasts, flicking my nipples and sucking on them gently. I moan softly. I feel you stand up and then you pull me to my feet and slide your hands into the waistband of my shorts and panties, pushing them down to my feet. You kneel and remove my shoes and the shorts and underpants, then you press on my shoulders and I sit again. You press me back onto the piece of furniture.