I decided todemonstrate the effect of pressure on a sub to Lt. Scott by stretchinga string from one side of the control room to the other before westa...ted the dive. I was amused to see her expression as the stringslowly loosened; developing a two-foot droop by the time we hit ourfinal depth of five hundred and fifty feet. Designers always underratetheir limits. We did develop minor leaks throughout the sub's pipingand fired a few loose rivets across the crew compartment, but that wasexpected.. It was after eleven that we got to her hotel suite, still talking and listening and laughing together. She pulled off her heels and we sat on the black leather couch together, my eyes wandering to her creamy legs whenever her gaze fell elsewhere, her heavenly feet toying with my emotions."Do you want a massage honey?" she asked me, standing on the couch on her knees. "You look tense." I'm fine," I resisted weakly and nervously, but I never could say no to my fantasies. Her hands pushed against. The net result was that I was bent over her left hip as I stroked in and out of her. I straddled her right leg and my lips had easy access to hers. The stimulation was intense for me and I could feel Lissa’s fingers still at work between her legs. She looked deeply into my eyes as we pushed ourselves together.“I love you,” I whispered.“Oh yes, darling.” A moment later, “I’m twenty-seven years old.”“I know that, my love. What difference does age make?”“But in three years I’ll be thirty.”“Yes,. It wasn’t easy either becausePhil’s dick was the biggest one I had ever seen! It made Big-B’s seemsmall! It had to be 12 inches long and as thick as a beer bottle.When he came I knew what I had to do, so I swallowed it and rubbed hisballs. He moaned “OHHHH YAAAAA…good girl! You swallow that shit and keep onsucking my dick until I tell you to stop”! After he was satisfied he zippedup his pants and said “okay, get the fuck out”? I tried my best to give himmy tough-girl attitude, but he could tell.