"What the hell are those, private?" I called out, taunting her."My breasts, Sir!" She called back firmly, her face slightly flushed."I don't think so,...maggot! Only women have breasts, and you're no woman. In fact, you're nothing but a little girl playing soldier, aren't you?" I goaded her further."If you say so, Sir!" She shouted back, a slight tinge of anger showing at the corners of her mouth."You're god damned right, I do! Women have breasts, soldier. But little girls just have tits. Now,. There had been many meetings and promises but no one would make a final commitment and sign up. It was not that she wasn't trying, she had more prospective clients than any of her colleagues but they just wouldn't close the final deal. A meeting with David Robinson, the HR director of Perkins in the morning was her final chance. What was she going to do? She decided on an early night, so she had a bite to eat and then a hot bath before going to bed. Tomorrow was going to be a busy day.Sally. ” I frown then scoff. “Only we don’t have sex.”Miranda gives me a knowing yet sympathetic look in the mirror. “He really is a good guy isn’t he?” She says then turns to face me leaning against the counter.“Yes.” I say because it is true.“He is probably the only seventeen year old male still with his virginity.” She says then looks thoughtfully at her boots. “Have you talked to Grant about this?” She asks.“No, Grant and I don’t really ‘talk’.” I say.“What do you mean you don’t ‘talk’?” Miranda. Telling you how delicious I would make you feel. Telling you how I understood your needs, your desires, your cravings. All you need to do is let go. Let me take control. Submit. You let me in, little girl. You let my words and my naughty, nasty promises inside your head. You let my kisses and licks slowly melt your willpower and resolve. You let my fingers and my tongue arouse you, leaving you needy, wanting, willing. You let me toy with you. Bringing you over and over to the edge of your.