This makes Azelia wonder about her own nipples. Certainly they are bulging like theirs, but probably more so because of her heightened state of arousa.... But she doesn’t want to look down and draw any more attention to herself like that.Instead, as they draw closer to one another, Azelia smiles and says, “Good morning!”The Rakan returns with a “Good morning yourself!” before she glances downward. Before they pass one another, she looks back up at Azelia and grins, eyes locking. They make eye. The RSM had the duty, with Sven and Dusty. They were expecting Bert, too, bringing Mirosa. The RSM had notes from the Major, and, of course, the handover from Pete Norris and Steve Collins. He looked at the other two. "Thirteen's going to be a problem. So far she's toeing the line, but the moment she steps over it she'll need to be jumped on. Fourteen..." he frowned, pausing. "The Major wants Steve to handle her. She'll have the exercise, of course, and the stimulation, but we're to hold back. It seemed she was in no hurry and our mouths and tongues danced together. Then slowly her hands ran downs my back and stroked me there too as she pulled me closer to her. I could not maintain the contact with her mouth and I was forced down into her lap and rested my head there, gratefully almost, as I felt the warmth of her against me. Her fingers deftly but slowly unbuttoned the back of my blouse, her fingernails scratching me slightly as they moved from button to button. She spread the silk. You’ll love it. No rubbers for you or anything like that. You’re my ex. Why not, right? For old times’ sake. Oh, and since Sean was willing to let you raise his baby, I’ll be sure to not care if you get me pregnant on his watch and he has to raise the thing. After all, with the number of men who have fucked me, bareback no less, lately, he should be more surprised than not if it did turn out to be his. He doesn’t want me fucking you, but that’s a personality thing. What he doesn’t know won’t.