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A Nice Ass Deffinatly Has Its Advantages
Day 1 - I have never, in all my experiences, come across such a lavish posterior.
Pelleaon stood in the centre of Grand Admiral Thrawn's command bridge, waiting for orders. It was an honest mistake, glancing down at the High Commander's tight, well formed buttocks. Pelleaon quickly shot his glance back up to meet the Grand Admiral's gaze as he turned around to face him. I wonder how he does it. Pelleaon thought to himself in disbelief. I have never, in all my experiences, come across such a lavish posterior
"Sir, what are your orders?" Pelleaon was quick to cover up his awe.
"None, for the moment. But in answer to your question, I work out - daily" answered the calm, collected voice of the Grand Admiral. "However, I do have one request. Captain, please make sure to keep your eyes to the things that matter." He's good.
"Yes Sir, and thank you." Pelleaon replied, feeling slightly embarrased.
"You are dismissed. Have a good evening." Thrawn replied, turning back to face the stars. Pelleaon nodded in respect, turned, and walked out into the empty corridor.
A very long and loud sigh escaped Pelleaon. What was I thinking? Sometimes I am the biggest idiot born into this galaxy. Why didn't I just blurt out my thoughts and scream at him WHY? WHY DO YOU HAVE SUCH A NICE ASS? Pelleaon fumed as he stomped down the corridor and into his own private chambers. Calm. I must be calm. The doors hissed quietly shut behind him. Pelleaon sat on his bed and kicked off his boots. He began undressing, when a thought struck him.
Pelleaon glanced at the tall mirror bolted to his wall. He remained motionless. I think I'm going insane. Pelleaon quietly, and as discretely as possible - as if he was hiding something - rose up and headed for the mirror. The look on his old, wisened face was that of sheer humiliation as he turned his back to the mirror and looked down at his aged butt. It's so flabby. He thought to himself as he grabbed a handfull of loose skin. He said he works out daily, but I wonder what it is he does to get such a nice ass! Pelleaon's frustration remained apparent as he climbed into bed and pondered the possibility of starting a daily routine of running and - ass crunches -. First thing in the morning, I'm going to work out. I will continue to do this every morning until my posterior is as nice and tight as the Grand Admirals. And with that last though, Pelleaon fell asleep.
Day 1 - I have never, in all my experiences, come across such a lavish posterior.
Pelleaon stood in the centre of Grand Admiral Thrawn's command bridge, waiting for orders. It was an honest mistake, glancing down at the High Commander's tight, well formed buttocks. Pelleaon quickly shot his glance back up to meet the Grand Admiral's gaze as he turned around to face him. I wonder how he does it. Pelleaon thought to himself in disbelief. I have never, in all my experiences, come across such a lavish posterior
"Sir, what are your orders?" Pelleaon was quick to cover up his awe.
"None, for the moment. But in answer to your question, I work out - daily" answered the calm, collected voice of the Grand Admiral. "However, I do have one request. Captain, please make sure to keep your eyes to the things that matter." He's good.
"Yes Sir, and thank you." Pelleaon replied, feeling slightly embarrased.
"You are dismissed. Have a good evening." Thrawn replied, turning back to face the stars. Pelleaon nodded in respect, turned, and walked out into the empty corridor.
A very long and loud sigh escaped Pelleaon. What was I thinking? Sometimes I am the biggest idiot born into this galaxy. Why didn't I just blurt out my thoughts and scream at him WHY? WHY DO YOU HAVE SUCH A NICE ASS? Pelleaon fumed as he stomped down the corridor and into his own private chambers. Calm. I must be calm. The doors hissed quietly shut behind him. Pelleaon sat on his bed and kicked off his boots. He began undressing, when a thought struck him.
Pelleaon glanced at the tall mirror bolted to his wall. He remained motionless. I think I'm going insane. Pelleaon quietly, and as discretely as possible - as if he was hiding something - rose up and headed for the mirror. The look on his old, wisened face was that of sheer humiliation as he turned his back to the mirror and looked down at his aged butt. It's so flabby. He thought to himself as he grabbed a handfull of loose skin. He said he works out daily, but I wonder what it is he does to get such a nice ass! Pelleaon's frustration remained apparent as he climbed into bed and pondered the possibility of starting a daily routine of running and - ass crunches -. First thing in the morning, I'm going to work out. I will continue to do this every morning until my posterior is as nice and tight as the Grand Admirals. And with that last though, Pelleaon fell asleep.