"Matrona is my name," she said with a haughty lift of her chin, eying the other new one of the four of them. With a slight grin, she rose her hands and cupped the quite predominant boobies she had upon her chest.
"Yes, sveety. I have zem. And zey jiggle. No touch."
Turning her attention to the one with the pleasantly familiar accent, Matrona's grin widened a little. "I forget now, zey do not make zee best shoes." Her grin morphed into a sultry one, "I'll be as gentle as I can."
Placing a hand upon her bosom, Matrona stepped forward, and bowed her head at the young comrade. "You sweeten my heart like honey upon my skin." A smirk. "I hope I do the same over time."
Edited by YonderBeyonder, 13 June 2009 - 09:53 AM.