It was part of her game, she did this every time, but I ignored the pleading eyes and hopeful grin as I reached for the stout wooden paddles. I hesita...ed as I looked over my shoulders: there was a defiance in her body language that I needed to squash and my fingers reached for the widest paddle with a large split down the middle. "Oh no, please," she begged, standing up to face me."Hands on the desk or I'll double the amount," I warned as I rubbed the paddle with my hand. It was a gloriously. She was glad that she was the only one there. Maybe she could finish herself off in the bathroom if it wasn't too busy.Time seemed to drag. All Amy could think about was touching herself. Finally, after two hours there was nobody at the counter. She grabbed her phone and ran to the bathroom. Locking the door, she sat down in the stall and spread her legs. Amy opened the hidden folder on her phone where the photoshopped pictures of her were hidden. She slid three fingers into her drooling cunt. " It was. I didn't realize how much I missed a hug that went past the one you gave your kids or your sister or a happy co-worker. Ronni's leg over me, her smiling face, and all desires I ever had of being possessed by a loving partner came tumbling out of dark recesses of my memory, and compared with the sweet, soft innocence of Ronni, those memories faded. This was better.It got better than that. Ronni's hand slid in between the snaps of those accursed convalescent pajamas and gingerly,. "Ken sat there with Kala in his lap, allowing Amy and Jessica to talk with their future sister wife, when suddenly Amy stiffened, and Ken said, "Amy, are you Okay?" Ken, the Iwo Jima has crashed to the surface of Pluto. The T'Lari battleship has lifted off from the planet and fired into her. She has taken massive damage and impacted three miles from the crash site of the enemy ship, she is rising up from the surface, shredding her cover of the rock. She ... Oh my God! She has launched missiles.