When Tzahala starts to move, Cori starts to try and scoot back... but it only takes a split second for the runner to "pin" the hacker to the floor, trapping his knees just behind her thighs. And now, with Tzahala looming over 'her,' Cori's blush has gone from a slight red to full-on fires in her cheeks.<br/><br/>"I... well..." The hacker's words catch on his lips, and he struggles to wriggle away from Tzahala's fingers even as the runner pulls those fancy new panties down around his thighs. From what the runner can see, his uncertainty isn't feigned- he's truly nervous about his newest 'look,' and that's making him 'struggle' that much harder. Not that it has any real effect on the situation, of course... just gives Tzahala a flash of the hacker's smooth, pale belly every now and again. "Um..."<br/><br/>As Tzahala's hand tugs on her cock, the hacker gasps and arches her back upward in surprise and pleasure; which causes her nightie top to slide down over her chest even before the runner demands she take it off. Still, the hacker is quick to obey once he regains control of himself, grasping the hem of the nightshirt and peeling it, slowly and anxiously, over his head. A moment later, the silken fabric is piled delicately next to the hacker's head, leaving Cori well and truly bared on the floor. For all his struggling, Tzahala can see that the hacker takes impeccable care of 'her' body; her skin is smooth and bare, maintained every bit as carefully as those perfectly manicured hands 'she' now crosses over her chest.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>"I... I do..."</em></span>