September 25, 2010 5:40pm Mount like a baton is what she had always desired. Her ample dancer legs turned and opened like the hydraulics of the industrial Japanese automaton device for moving whole autos on the production line. Her production was to move her lines up and down in a way that hydraulics could never move. The muscles slid beneath her skin, she always savored that sensation when she changed her position abruptly at table or on a lovers body while at bed. He wondered at the idea of rigidity, was it a thing to embraceâ¦
