" Lauren was clearly mortified, yet she unbuttoned her blouse and to my surprise she wasn't wearing a bra. "Holy fuck, those are huge," Jamal said. "C...n I play with them?" "Can he, slut?" Kareem asked. "Yes, sir," the sheepishly shy woman nodded... her tits like fully inflated half-footballs. Jamal went and cupped them in his hands and then sucked on the nipples. Kareem explained, "She seems shy right now, but once she gets nigger cock in her holes she becomes a freaky fat bitch, isn't that. “Ma’am, that’s why they’ll go through hell for you. You automatically think of the men first. The idea of ordering the band to play for the officers — standard procedure, by the way — never occurred to you. The band plays for the men, and you look elsewhere.”Franklin stood up at attention. “Ma’am, it’s a real pleasure serving under your command.” He saluted smartly, turned on his heel and left.The dances were scheduled for the Saturday night before Christmas. Kelly and Mike were surprised that. We'd arrived on a Beechcraft five-seater. This was a Piper Chieftan. We were two of the passengers; our "friend," Alf was there, too. He had tape on his left cheek and his left arm was in a sling. There were four others in the six remaining seats: two of them occupied by a bloke with a plaster cast from ankle to hip."This is the bloke who warned me," Alf announced. Two of the others mumbled. The bloke in the cast looked dead to the world. One of the others appeared asleep. "We're all on. Alecia Martin. She met his gaze, green eyes dancing. Slowly she crossed, uncrossed, then recrossed her legs. A smile curled on the tips of her lips. Blane sucked in his breath and his cock twitched in his pants. She was wearing no underwear. And she knew he was looking at her. Blane shuffled some papers on his desk. Opened up his lesson planner, making notes here and there. He looked up to the sound of plastic unwrapping. She was un wrapping a lollipop. She looked directly at him and slowly.