Her dark brown nipples became the highlight of the room as they stiffened softly.I started stroking gently as she pulled the other breast out. Leena l...cked her fingers and caressed her hard nipples with her saliva.Leena put on some slow music and swayed as her spit-covered nipples glistened. Leena squeezed her breasts fondly. She let out a whispered moan, and it turned her on, so she squeezed her plush breasts even harder as her body writhed with lustful pleasure.She watched me stroke as she. This pushed extra work onto the FACs, since they were responsible for directing the Eagles and the Hawks. Ansa would need to gather some experience with this arrangement before she could freeze the organization details. We would just have to wait and see.Ansa had proved to be downright psychic with her prediction of needing Hawks on this mission. She sent 10 Hawks to cover 30 Eagles. The Bustols had finally found a way to warn of the approach by our planes, because four ultra light bogeys were. Reaching up from behind, the Dom slides her left hand across the left breast, squeezes its base, solid, firm, yet somehow subtle, too. ?Punishment, Slave!? The Dom quirks. ?I can do lots more! Yeh, a whole lot more with ’em!? She adds, grinning, twisting, melding the mound of flesh between her fingers, thumb. ?Yeh, I don’t have to worry like I do when they’re fake!? Squeezing, probing, she continues. ?Yeh, Slave, I can do just about anything at all! Use whips, clamps, needles.? . I missed the sense of companionship. When you've been with someone for fifteen years, they become part of you. You don't realize how much you miss the little conversations, and the shared experiences, until they are gone. I missed having Anne to gripe to after a hard day at the office, and our annual good-natured arguments on where we would go on vacation. I even missed hearing the little snips of gossip she would pass on about the women at the country club. But most of all, I missed having her.