My hands were feeling of her large breasts through her dressand brassiere. I pinched her nipples and noticed that there wassomething unusual about the...m. Lisa said, "Let's not waste time here.Lets go to the bedroom." I followed her to her bedroom. My nipples werehard in my lace brassiere, the crotch of my panties were wet and mynylon covered thighs were rubbing against each other as I walked besideher. Her right hand was on my right buttock as she led me to her bed.I started to undress myself.. What about the females that trained with me you ask? Let me tell you, you think I have an attitude? Just meet a female privateer and you'll see what I'm implying. And when you do meet a female privateer, be very careful or you're liable to walk away several kilos less of ass.And the not nekkid women? Cold environment survival training. Simulated disabled ship training. I'm hoping you're getting the picture. It's hard to get excited when you're in a training environment and you've got. He didn't care he added three more then four on the other pussy lip so my whole cunt hurt terribly. Then he lifted my sweater and put one on each nipple which was even worse.Tears gushed from my eyes as I begged him to take them off but he said,"You must learn to follow orders. You may come to my office at your ten o'clock break and I will remove them. That will give you an hour to remindyourself that you are never to ignore an order again."I went back to my desk with my legs slightly . “What are you . . . doing?”“Watching you orgasm.” he said, his eyes on my wet pussy as he turned the intensity up.“Damon . . .” I moaned, my head falling back against the sofa and I closed my eyes.“That fucker told me he bought this for someone, oddly enough he didn’t tell me who which is odd because he tells me everything. I warned him, warned all of them that you were off limits.” he growled as he lowered the intensity.“Why are you . . . doing this?” I tried to cross my legs and pull the.