Knowing she was to be working in a professional capacity, she had gone to some trouble over her appearance; blue chinos, t-shirt under a blue sweater,... a blue canvas smock and a matching, soft, peaked corduroy cap. She looked good; trim, attractive and workman-like. Of course, I'm biassed. I did point out to her that barges are not known for cleanliness and her smart outfit would soon be stained with sea-water and Stockholm tar, but she just smiled.We encouraged the punters to select a. His boss agreed that the inventory lists had to be complete and accurate and he approved Hans’ suggestion.“The staff of Hans’ office did not normally work on the weekends unless a shipment was due to arrive. This meant Hans would have the office to himself, and he could do whatever needed to be done without the danger of his staff observing him swapping the documentation packages.“Hans put all of our phony documentation packages into his briefcase and took them to the office on Saturday. Hans. He was suddenly taken with an undeniable urge to touch her, to explore her alien body with his grasping fingers, almost desperate as he sat up and plunged them into her soft hips. The doughy fat gave way beneath his hands, spilling between his digits as he kneaded and groped, so delicate and cushy. She looked down at him from far above, his head barely reaching her pudgy chest, and she rested a hand on his back as if encouraging him to continue. He slid his hand up her hourglass waist, a. One unique characteristic of Wavaq females is that we turn into legendary sluts when we drink Aca[3] wine. The wine contains chemicals which act like a switch and turn our bodies from normal girls to sex starved sluts. The Prapt conquered us so long ago that no one remembers that before the conquest Wavaq women only drank the Aca wine for special ceremonies and only two or three times in her entire life.Once we have drunk the Aca wine, we can’t control ourselves and we are hungry in a way that.