Sigmund stepped out of each boot in turn once Kachina had gotten them loose. His trousers slipped to his ankles with little to hold them up. Pulsing to the beat of his heart, his growing member sprang free in the air and pointed accusingly at the half-elven woman.<br/><br/>(Sense Motive 12) "How could you have? I'd remained silent about it this whole time." Something at the back of his mind pleaded with Sigmund to look beyond the situation, but that voice was quickly steam-rolled over as Katchina's lips latched on to the quickly flushing bulbous head in the perfect 'O'. He exhaled softly in approval as his eye-lids eased closed.