”“He wants me? He’s too much for you to handle?” she asked teasingly. “Need my help?”“No, but yes. You know the pictures and video I sen... you to prove I fucked him the first night?”“Yes. They were hot.”“We took them using his phone. He later told me he is good friends with Bob, my boss.”“Oh shit.”“Yeah. He gave me a choice. He said I could become his little plaything, doing anything he tells me, or he could make the pics go viral, making sure everyone at work, including Bob, sees them.”“Oh. But tell me, what would make you say such a thing?’ Leo’s hot breath washed over me, sending chills all the way to my belly. His completely open expression was at odds with his contracting hand that milked my breast with a maddening slowness. It felt so good to have his hand on me, the only thing better would be his mouth. ‘Ahhhhh-something seems a little unfair about this,’ I managed between the shocks created by his pulsing hand. ‘Oh, that feels good.’ Leo smirked. ‘But what is so unfair. "Nolan, what's a special security officer do?" Matilda asked."Miz Holt--" Call me Matilda!" Yes, mum. A special security officer prevents a star ship, its data base and its crew from falling into hostile hands." You didn't do a very good job of that, did you?" Matilda smirked."Worse, mum," I admitted. "I failed miserably. The crew was questioned and we told all. The data aboard the Futile Gesture is compromised. The ship itself has been disassembled—it will take a lot of work to make the ship. First with their hands, then with their lips and tongues. Both women had become determined to hold back nothing. Everything they did seemed to give them both pleasure. And they did it all. They left no part of each others bodies untouched, unkissed and unlicked. Orgasm after orgasm washed over them, each one better than the last. Until finally, exhaustion over took them and they fell asleep in each others arms.In the morning, neither of them spoke of the previous night for a long while..