"A-Hem."A-Hem." Pan and I broke. "Kathy!" he said cheerfully, not at all disturbed at her interruption. "Come, sit down. We were getting aquainted." "Yeah, I saw how you two were getting aquainted," she laughed, crawling over the blanket to Pan and draping herself against him. She turned to me and said "Isn't he wonderful." I took a deep breath before answering. "Where did you find him?" "You don't know who he is?" "Should I?" "Kathy..." Pan said in a warning tone. "Oh come on, Sir," she said. "Ken, this is Pannel Throden." "Waitaminute. You're the guy who did all those martial-arts films, aren't you?" Pan blushed. "That was a long time ago." "Hey, you were great," I said. "My coimelin thinks you've got a great ass." We all laughed. He picked up his glass and swirled the juice in it before taking a drink. "Since then I've decided to do something more important." I shrugged. Kathy snuggled herself closer to him, her left hand stroking him through the cloth of his gym shorts. I could see his erection standing up through the shorts; my immediate assessment was that Pan was built just a big all over. Either that or he had a nunchukau growing in his shorts. He growled playfully said, "You're being very impertinent, slave." "I know," she said. "Then I suggest you decide how this scene is going to go, before you go any further." I lay back on the blanket, laughed and said, "Safeword!" Pan echoed my laugh and said "Agreed. |