Indri lifted the headphones off her ears, tousling her auburn curls, and shifted her hips in the co-pilot's seat to straighten up. She'd fallen asleep...to the strains of Aram Khachaturian's Gayane Ballet Suite over the private jet's sound-system, with an open book of Carlos Castaneda's Journey to Ixtlan splayed across her lap. She had almost finished reading it, as the luxurious aircraft had crossed the Mediterranean on its final leg from Mykonos, where the last girl had been picked up.As she. She was turned on and horrified whenshe saw needles injecting his chest and breasts starting to grow. "Thisis my favorite part" the voice behind her said as a helmet was placed onhis head. She watched his body convulsing as pulses from the helmetcaused him to convulse. She couldn't see what those pulses were doingto his synapses, she couldn't see the pulses over riding his higherthoughts the intensity of the signals starting to erase memories andmake the soldier more pliable and. What a boobs she has! Ohhhhhh really amazing! I was watching it wickedly. Suddenly she turned to my side and saw me watching her boobs..only then she realized that she is exposed!She couldn’t hide after that! She felt shy and said not to see like that while feeding because that affect the digestion of the child. I accepted it generously and went to my bedroom.After feeding she came inside carrying the child! But buttons were not open! Child was sleeping!She bent down to lay the child on my. Facing the television screen opened up a tiny window of permission, of opportunity.My hands crept slowly along her arms, fingertips tracing against her warm skin. Paused just above her elbows. I held her upper arms firmly, forcing them against her sides. I felt her pulse under my fingertips.Vi’s breath surged and quickened. She kept herself very still, looking at nothing.I lowered my head. And gently kissed her neck.Her gasp was explosive. Violet’s body slid hard against mine, hips bucking.