She was short, a little over five feet tall, pale skin with long jet-black hair tied back into a ponytail. She was wearing a black and red bodice type... outfit with a very short black flowing shirt, and the type of heel that lace up the legs with a black plastic laces in a crisscross pattern. She walked over toward me as I was ordering a drink from the bar. She looked deep into my eyes causing me to fall into a sort of trance. Than without missing a beat, she grabbed my drink still. We were eye to eye and what beautiful eyes she had. So dark and alluring. She repeated the process of wetting me down, but instead of using the cloth, she soaped me with her bare hands. She smiled, complimenting the beauty of my breasts. I returned the favor as I admired hers. They looked firm like some of the fruit at the markets I'd seen earlier as we passed through town. She invited me to touch them and I swear I turned as red as ruby from my breasts up. She stopped washing me to lift my. “But there must be!” she insisted. “There always is!”Solov spoke up. “Katrina, they’re right ... as usual.”Turning to Kelly, he said, “May I change the subject? That review ... and the presentations ... were very impressive. I happen to know the awards you received are the highest awards for gallantry those nations can award. In your words, Kelly, they don’t give them with every package of tea.“Then the troops: Of course, I recognized your 82nd Airborne. I saw armored cavalry. Kelly — and. It was hard to refuse a man when his eyes showed as much love as Ken's (the male version) did. Not to mention the pressure of 300 people sitting behind waiting for you to do it. In the end her momentary hesitation just heightened a beautiful moment.She signed the register, remembering at the last minute to sign Susan Angela Martin, the name the minister had called her. She was surprised to see that her signature was much different than she would have expected ... more feminine and flowing..