“Please, come in,” I said to Ayana. “Thank you.” After sliding the door closed for the night, I took a few moments to look Ayana up and down more closely. The poor girl was shaking, she was so nervous, but the little smile on her face seemed genuine. Maybe Tali had told the truth earlier. Maybe Ayana really was smitten with me. I had to admit, she was quite the looker, even if I preferred my women more on the curvy side. “How is the view, Mr. Grant?” she said with a giggle. “Exquisite,” I admitted. “Perhaps… you’d like a better view?” Before I could even think to reply, Ayana reached for the single shoulder strap holding her dress up. After she unhooked the clasp, the gown cascaded down her body and fell to the floor, leaving Ayana as nude as the day she was born. The teal shade of her skin was absolutely gorgeous, and I saw no blemishes or imperfections anywhere on her thin body. Her breasts were quite indian small, but high and firm on her chest, just begging to be suckled. Ayana then gave a sexy turn, showing off her perky little ass. As she turned back to face me, my eyes traveled up her long, dancer’s legs and found her hairless sex. Every aspect of Ayana’s body was perfectly suited to her natural beauty. “Are you pleased, Mr. Grant?” she asked, her nerves still apparent. I smiled and walked toward her. “I couldn’t be happier, pretty lady. Just one thing: I’d prefer it if you called me Kyp.” “But of course, Kyp.” Hearing her say my name in her exotic Twi’leki accent sent a shiver up my spine. So damn sexy. Before I knew it, Ayana walked right up to me and slipped her arms around my neck. The look in her eyes was so arousing, yet so masturbation completely different from Tali’s. Where Tali looked like she was trying to seduce me at every opportunity, Ayana seemed so pure and innocent. I felt a pang of regret, knowing what she’d have to go back to after tonight. “Ayaya, just one thing,” I said, rubbing her back with my finger. “I got lost staring at her. Her hands could now masturbation only reach about three inches from her waist. James decided the leave out the orgy; that story might be better suited to somewhere more private. She was a fucking body-builder. I had read and seen the things he had shown me and well if it was some of them, then I was game for it. Sure, plenty of women made their profiles look as if they were wanting to indian date, but really they just wanted to hook up. They’re kind of disturbing, and made me think of Ashley differently.” I watched her eyes get wider, her breathing hasten, and her body start to tense. “Are you guys together?” Jennifer asked. Here is your key. I retort angrily pressing myself into her shallow opening, her hands squeeze my arms painfully in retaliation to the swift plunge.