But usually after training.” “During the middle is the best. That much needed cool down with out the shower. You hungry? I’m hungry. Let’s go ...et some lunch, we need to talk anyways. Two birds, you know?” “Sure?” She stood up, going to her locker. “Let me just get something else on.”“No, you look fine that way. You should be proud of what you’re wearing and what your doing. You know what most people do on Saturdays? They sit, watch television, eat unhealthy. But you, come on, look at you. You. Your finger is digging between your lips working you tight cunt hard as your moan loudly and whither into the sheets. I gasp slightly as I can tell you have reached your peak. Your beathing is labored as you continue to finger yourself through your orgasm. I watch intently as you finish.You look up at me and our eyes lock. I see that mischeivous look in your eyes as you smile at me a crawl to the end of the bed. I am locked still in the moment admiring what I just witnessed. You get off. She then offered me a blow job for a tenner, again I declined as I only had a few quid with me.I was getting quite cold by now but my erection remained as I was quite turned on looking at this very sexy girl with great tits.I then made my excuses to go and just as she was about to walk away I said, "Nice try copper", she spun round and asked how I knew she was a cop.I explained my past, she then asked if she could at least come inside and get warm as she was not being picked up by her partner. “Speak, Lyenne,” He said to her.“I….” Lyenne cupped her right breast, gently. Her movements were more deliberate than Anya’s had been earlier, but she was still moving her pelvis back and forth. “I….thank you, Your Supremacy. I don’t know what to say, Your Supremacy.” She looked down, bowing her head, though she was still rubbing her breasts. “I do desire to touch myself,” Lyenne said, quietly. “Even for a second. Even for less than that.” One of her hands carefully moved around her pussy. “But.