I slowly started moving my hand over her shoulder and reached her breast and started pressing and ribbing them. She slowly released me closed her eyes...and stopped crying. I slowly lifted her blouse up took her breast out and started sucking it. She didn’t say anything and she also didn’t try to stop me rather she was holding my hair and was moving her fingers. She was relaxing with that slowly. Then we slowly lay back on bed and I started removing her clothes. Then she suddenly pushed me back. I had hand-picked her from among the bureau staff because she was one of the few who had finally survived the ordeal, a real good shot, and very keen on voicing her personal opinions, which could be easily discerned from the fact that I could see her through the glass pane, pouring actual dirt from a pot plant into the coffee machine.I returned my focus to the briefing report laying on my desk, which contained little noteworthy intelligence on the Himalayan incident of a few weeks before. There. The transport keeled over under the impact of over twenty pounds of sand against her side. With grim satisfaction, Tony saw that her paint had been sanded off in a circle six feet wide. A moment later, a dishevelled Master appeared on the deck of the transport, wearing a shirt and nothing else. Tony took the speaking trumpet.“Good morning, Captain!” he hailed. “May I invite you to join our convoy?”All over the Asia‘s deck, men were holding their sides with laughter whilst the wild-eyed Master. Sensing he’d pulled away, she rolled over in her sleep, snuggling up against him.They were so beautiful together. Even if they were brother and sister. Like that should even matter.My tail swishing more, I grinned, padding closer to Master’s dick. My claws extended from my fingers for a moment. I felt like a kitten again, staring at a snake I wanted to pounce on and play with. I wiggled my butt.And attacked.My hands seized his shaft in my hands, lifting it up to my hungry lips. My tongue ran up.