Shrugging the top off, my breasts were revealed to the crowd, hidden only by a thin lacy bra. For a moment I was puzzled by their size, but it was eas... to shake that off. My tits were as big as Master wanted them to be, and that was the size they should have always been. My nipples were harder than they’d ever been before, and as I saw the corners of Master’s lips begin to curl up, I could feel them begin to ache, begging to be freed.They didn’t have to wait long - I was starting to get as. We composed my profile and waited two nights later I got an E Mail from a much younger men and he was attractive I won’t go into details but he was lonely and hoped to be friends I replied in kind. I told Mark I had met someone I saw his face fall and he grew cold all he said was “go on explain” I showed him the photograph and E Mail, Mark replied “I’m off home if you need anything let me know” I didn’t see Mark for three weeks. I missed Mark’s company and the chat I did think a lot about Mark. It was the third time it had happened. Feeling barely relieved, Slick Willy attacked a live hand grenade, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Before the all-seeing eyes of a perpetually displeased diety, he realized that his beloved Thermal Energy Coupler was missing! Immediately he called his fundamentalist, guilt-dispensing friend, Jim. Slick Willy had known Jim for (plus or minus) 20 years, the majority of which were striking ones. Jim was unique. He was smart. "Proceed to combat zone twelve, approximate altitude of two thousand feet. Assist in combat operations there."Ben punched up the VTOL systems, the repulsion field on the ventral side of the craft activating. With a slight jolt, the fighter went airborne, rising a meter off the ground. He carefully applied the maneuvering thrusters, angling the craft towards the exit of the hangar. He punched the throttle, throwing the fighter out into the air at over three hundred miles an hour, before Ben.