.. girls doing things to make their tits jiggle, and I always though it looked a little strange. I continue to allow him use of my mouth while I grab ...y nipples. I pull them outward and upward, shaking them hard, making each of my tits sway. I imagine him looking at them, but I can't look up. I drop them, and they fall back against me. Again I blush with embarassment, and again I feel a rush of wetness in my crotch."Don't stop" he demands, and I can tell he must be getting closer. I reach under. ’ ‘How am I a puppy?’ I asked, confused at the association. It wasn’t apparent to me. ‘You’re… I’m not saying you are a puppy. I’m just… It’s an endearment. Like ‘Honey.” ‘Honey is sweet,’ I replied, having studied that endearment years ago. ‘Puppies smell funny. And they are messy.’ Miranda sighed, evidently frustrated. ‘Puppies are cute. You’re my puppy. Besides, it sounds a little like Papi, which is what some of my girlfriends in high school used to call their older boyfriends. Just accept. Placing the napkins next to me he quietly added, “I know when I have a delicious dish like Meme’ I need them!” Then he turned and walked away.For the rest of the meal, every person except for the General Manager that stopped by our table touched us, rubbed their butts on us, had undone blouses or in some other way provoked the licenstions nature and need within us. Inside the bill wallet was a note saying, “Please excuse our forward behavior, but if you enjoyed that, please come back tonight. Three times in a row. Without using a booster. You know the chances of that happening in a single round?" said a voice belonging to what could be easily mistaken for a mere man with an evident penchant for crude augmetics and non-existent mouth hygiene. Around those parts of the ship, he was known as 'Alloy' and he had a rather nasty habit of spacing certain kinds of people. Namely, those who were unlucky or stupid enough to cross him.Sam smiled as innocently as possible. "One in four point.