He was going commando that night.I could make out he was not wearing any underwear. Then he slowly rubbed my clit and I could feel his finger slowly e...tering me. My nipples were getting hard and I was surprised he didn’t knead my boobs yet. His bold approach to play with my pussy was so enticing that I used my other hand on my nipples.Now I had his dick in one hand and my boobs in the other while he continued to play with my pussy. His other hand was exploring my belly button. While his lips. But, I would like you to know that this mission is very important and no one can do it better than you”.Neha left the cabin without an answer, that day was really difficult for her. She had let no distractions come between her and her job but today she had to decide on a mission that tests her morals. She searched through the deaths due to drug overdose, A 17 year old died two months ago, followed by over 20 deaths in the last month. This month Moeen Ali, MLA’s nephew died after drug overdose. Ugh. Couldn’t she ever do anything without being dramatic? Once again, as if reading my thoughts her text read: Hello little miss big tits. All the drama aside, don’t forget to get your old waitress job back tomorrow, and that guy you hated is to be your new cockteasing victim for now. I’ll be working on a new project for a few days so tomorrow night put on outfit number 12 from your closet. You’re going to be polishing knobs for the night with a friend of mine. Have fun. Mistress xoxo. . What I hadn’t been able to explain to Lizbeth last night is that even though an Ensign outranked a senior NCO, only a civilian (or a very new ensign) would think that meant jack shit. Military rank was no more straightforward than any other human relationship. I had been a senior NCO, with the respect due the years of service needed to rise to that rank. I was now the rank that a good NCO viewed with pity and contempt. I was now the most junior of officers--a shavetail, a butterbar.Well, new.