“Wow,” Gino exclaimed, half-excitedly, “your breasts are… so round and jiggly, just wow, what a lovely frock.” Jasmine strutted across the room sexily; her striking and lean silhouette carved out perfectly in her brightly colored, skin tight dress. She felt so powerful, “this-a will almost certainly get Gino’s motor running,” she thought to herself, for like the millionth time. She could see the half-cocked expression on Gino’s face and could almost hear his thoughts, “…I can’t give her too much power otherwise she may want to make love to me,”