Monique appeared with a bottle of Muscadet and three small, water-stained glasses. I waited breathlessly for her to lean forward and pour the wine, an...d she did, the dress’s neckline falling obligingly to display her little milky white tits.She wants me to suck them, I thought to myself. Maybe she will engineer a little situation so I can do that.We talked about films and music, because this time I wasn’t there on business and we had to talk about something. Monique sat opposite me and this time. As she reached down to put on her shoes she felt the thin string of material at the back of her thong stretch tight against the crack of her bottom and she felt a rush of excitement inside herself. She reached into her wardrobe to pull out her rabbit vibrator that she had hidden in a shoe box. Once again she felt a shiver of excitement as she held the shaft of her vibrator and stood in front of her bedroom mirror and twirled around so that she could see how sexy her bottom looked in her tight. "It's only natural I suppose."Jackie shrugged, and then walked over to the last toy, bent to pick it up, and straightened. She walked over to the corner, dropping the toys into a bin. She turned back towards Michael. "I'm going to go grab my clothes."Michael nodded and leaned back against the couch. After she left he found himself thinking back to what she had said. With Jackie on her hands and knees, the weight of his younger son would have pushed her stomach towards the floor. She would have. They'd be piloted by Susan Cherney, Shaw's second-in-command aboard the Gardener.And Zo, who was still not there after all the others had stowed their gear and settled in for the trip. Meiersdottir was distracting her son with baby-talk chatter about "going for a ride" when the sergeant finally arrived, Miller at his side talking urgently into his ear. Zo was, the colonel noted with displeasure, fully armed with a laser holstered at his hip, a blaster slung across his back, the same kind of.