My back arching, pushing my breasts higher, I do what he asks of me, for at the moment, it suits my purpose, quickly my hand covers my visible mound f...om his sight and I hear him growl softly. I watch his hands slide to his lap, shifting. His eyes narrow, his lips pressed hard together, and his eyes glued to his screen. The men in his office continue to talk, and I know he is not paying any attention to them. Fingers parting my pussy lips, my middle finger slides along my slit, sighing at how. Stepping out on Omega Deck, they started walking towards the boarding ramp. They descended down into the station, to a waiting crowd of officers who came to attention."Commander Strike, your station looks pretty good from the outside. How is she holding up on the inside?" Ken asked as he shook Commander John Strike's hand."Admiral..." Admiral Thompson is no more," Ken interrupted. "I have taken upon myself the seat of President; until we have elections, or I can hand this job off to someone. I wanted to jump out the window, but Simon quickly told me that it was ok and held my hand. He calmed me down by rubbing his thumb softly over the top of my hand and wrist. He knew me so well. Simon started again and told me that his father knew that we were seeing each other and that he wanted to know what we were doing in secret. I blushed and I wonder if I will be able to look him in the eye now. Simon continued and I learned that he can’t lie to his father and told in the truth. He said. Clapton asked me “How have you been DJ missed teaching you is there any chance you can come over show how much you remember?” I said sure Ms. Clapton when can I come over? “Come back in about 30 minutes while I get washed up.” I ran home and ran to the bathroom to jerk off because the hug she gave me I could fell her tits and it gave me a hard on. I grabbed a Hustler magazine (I use to have about 30 of them gave them away though) looked the picture and jerked off and then went back to my room.