Dieter centers the point on her nipple andpresses. A tiny drop of blood oozes out then stops as the punctureis sealed by the shaft of the needle. T...e needle is like a living thingas it pierces deeper, Joy feels the searing pain as the point stabs ateach nerve ending tearing the sumptuous flesh of her breast, deeper, deeper eachmillimeter an agonizing, scorching thrust further into her hyper sensitizedbud. Slowly, ever so slowly Dieter presses the needle into the grossly swollennipple until. He placed one hand in the middle of my back and with the other, he began kneading my breast. “Doctor!” I shouted, placing my hand on my breast. He took my hand and squeezed it. I felt the thermometer slipping out of my ass. “You need to stay still for the exam,” Dr. Johnson said. “I need to check you out before I know what prescription to give you. Try to relax.” I did, but in that moment, I was certain that the thermometer had slipped completely out and had dropped on the table. “Oh, dear!. The friction between us is perfect for my purposes. I feel the approach to the point of uncontrollable release and I speed toward that goal, feasting on the sensations that feed back to my brain from the nerves in my blunt spike. I explode into her as my hips slap into her ass with such force that the bed rocks against the wall. I inject more and more of my potion into her, feeling the decrease in friction that results from it. I spend my last few thrusts in that haze of awareness, that nearly. ’ Within our frontier office, the staff certainly noticed as the personal space between Jinarta and me slowly decreased over the period of several weeks. From the corner of my eye, I observed as the staff semi-discretely watched the growing familiarity between the Krulintian officer and myself. Everyone in the office, including me, was surprised when Jinarta arrived for a shift with her traditional blue hair chopped incredibly short and dyed a bright red instead, yet only she and I knew that.