It had sounded like such a good idea at the time.If he’d been a clever man, he would have thrown the brunette back into her cyro-chamber, shut the l...id, put her back under and gone to join Roxy in the shower.Unfortunately for Cas, he just couldn’t shake this newfound sense of “moral obligation” to these girls. Call it guilt, if you like. Either way, it was something he’d have to try and lose out the airlock at some point. Just as soon as he could convince this busty, psychopathic brunette to. That is all he wanted, just to lay a warm hand on her soft skin.The man walked around the counter and stood in front of her, hesitating for a moment. Anna looked at him; she was a bit confused, her smile turning into a slightly puzzled look; but she didn't look worried. She sat still on her stool, a little less than eye level with him. She smelled like strawberries and roses, Matt wondered what she tasted like. He stepped up and his hip touched one of her knees lightly, and then laid a hand on. She looked, she thought, like a present. The door burst opened and sprang back so quickly it shut again off of its hinges. The man who came through was taller even than the man who had taken her. He was black, extremely muscular, he wore only a red silk robe that left his torso bare and only covered the waist down. He certainly was not an attractive man. One of his eyes was white, there was no pupil and he had a terrible scar that cut down his cheek and made his beard look strange. However his. “I think I’ve got it, now. How about you try leaning back a bit? Good. A bit further… yeah.”Tammy followed my directions like a professional, but there was still something off. Finally, I moved around the equipment toward the bed.“Can we…?” I trailed off, examining her top and shoulders. I ran my finger along the thin ridge created by her bra strap “Do you mind taking it off?” I asked. Tammy gave me a disapproving look. “No, I mean, I can see your bra through your shirt, and it’s kind of.