<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=72244.msg3197622#msg3197622">Quote from: Covert Revulsion on 24-06-2010, 14:21:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She couldn't resist smiling at him, fo some odd reason. It was something about his shy and submissive personality that attracked her to her. She inhaled sharply as she felt his hands along her thigh, making her sigh softly in pleasure. Her hand moved down the back of his neck, over his shoulders slowlt and sensually. <br/><br/>"I give you permission to touch me."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Gracis smiles up at the woman, pressing his slender body to her legs, nestling against her. Nimble hands, remarkably soft despite the boy's labor, trace their way up her legs, up her thighs to rest on her hips. His eyes shimmer with...something...something she has not seen in another's eyes in a very long time, and never from a slave kneeling at her feet.<br/><br/>He bows his head slightly as her hand moves to his shoulders, strong and leanly muscled from lifting and the hundreds of other tasks the Amazons delegate to their slaves.