性感, 怪异 和 好笑!

Obviously, the Society had spared no expense when they’d built the cabin and the indoor amphitheater. Arranged in a half circle around an elevated stage at the bottom of the well were four tiers of comfortable movie-theater-style seating. Several huge ultra-high definition flat screen televisions dominated the back wall. Judging by the Society of Sister's logo displayed on the primary screen, one of the women in the colony was an excellent artist and graphic designer. The pastel pink and red image of two nude women holding hands in front of a flower blossom rendered in the style of Georgia O'Keeffe floated in the center of the black screen. Lush maroon colored carpeting covered the floor, and indirect lighting fixtures on the walls and ceiling of the hall provided illumination. The soft murmur of conversation from the two-dozen women in attendance descended into silence as Sheila led Alice and me down the aisle toward a white oak tight conference table in the middle of the stage. Three leather bound executive office chairs faced the audience from behind the table. Microphones and nameplates sat in front of each seat. My assigned seating was to the left of Sheila's chair at the center. The presence of two video cameras did nothing to calm our nerves. We exchanged nervous glances as we took our seats on the stage. Sheila took her seat and centered her legal pad she on the table in front of her place. She studied the blank pad for a moment before placing two black japan gel pens on the right side of the tablet. She carefully positioned the pens to be perfectly parallel with each other and the pad of paper and repeated the process with two #2 yellow pencils on the other side of the pad before placing a hand-carved wood gavel on the notepad. It was my guess Sheila was probably not a very lucky poker player; she had too many obvious tells and giveaways. When you can read a player's unconscious body language, it was like playing poker tits with the cards face up on the table. The need to precisely control personal space was indicative of someone toilet trained at gunpoint. It spoke volumes about Sheila's core personality traits. As a leader, she wanted as much control as possible. Dictatorial and authoritarian leaders employed the law to govern their subjects. As a leader in a democratic environment, Sheila imposed her control at a personal level. Democratic authoritarians used their personality to achieve the same ends. Control might explain Sheila's attempt to seduce me. Sexual union was her leverage point, and she had utilized it effectively to retain her position over the last fifteen years. She had, by her own admission, slept with every member of the colony. Interesting thought: maybe her seduction attempt was a result of her desire to keep me around under her rule rather than a result of my sparkling personality. I chuckled at the sudden insight and earned a sharp look from Sheila as she finished fussing with her pencils. Sheila leaned forward and did what every nervous public speaker does; she tapped the microphone with her finger and asked, "Is this thing on?" A petite loud pop! from the hall's sound system answered in the affirmative. "Before we begin today's proceedings, I would like to express my gratitude to all who have helped in the search and rescue of Hunter One and the successful return of Alice and Dennis." Sheila paused and looked around the auditorium. "I am especially appreciative of the skill and persistence of our drone pilots who never gave up, even when asian all hope seems lost. Thank you, one and all for a job well done." Introductory remarks concluded, sustained applause filled the hall. People always loved it when their leader bestowed accolades upon them. After allowing the applause to run its course, Sheila rapped the gavel on the table. "By the authority of the Society of Sisters, I hereby call this Board of Inquiry to order." They took advantage. “I’m going to get her chameli (jasmine) flowers. “OK. We’ll meet you there in about an tight hour.” Jill says before asian hanging up. I was sat in the designated bar having a drink whilst I waited for them when my egg burst into life, first with tits a mild electric shock then a long blast on full power. One of her lashes bent slightly, but nothing petite else happened. I was thinking about you the entire drive over. "So?" She finished off by saying that I had no choice in this and leaving her was japan not an option, this was the way things would be and that was final. Sighing with irritation I shift position, drawing up my wrists a little. And don't bother saying it, I know full well what I've got up here."