I was supposed to serve on several council committees, but I was left off the distribution list for announcements of the meetings until I raised Hell ...n open meetings of the full council. The Eagle had a lot of fun with that little fiasco, and it never happened again. I sent a note of thanks to the reporter and the editor of the newspaper, and I got nice notes in response. That's when the power of the press dawned on me, and I started talking regularly to both people. The reporter was a woman. Held her left boob in my hand and slowly started to unpluck the other hooks. 2 more and the blouse popped open.I was having my dream come tru. Nice wheatish Boobs. “Ab dekhte hi rahoge ? Inke beech mein se Chaato. aur halke se mere blouse ko poora khol do. “I did that and I was looking at 2 nice juicy mangoes on her body with dark brown nipples and a thick areola. Ab meri dono chuchiyoonko maslo … Lekin pyaar se …” I did that. “Apni jeebh se ab mere nipples ko chaato and beech beech mein kaTo. No easy start for her, she wante4d it all at once, and as deep as it would go. Well, having cum only a minute before that I knew I was good for a while, so I leaned back and let her have at it. She had pulled her shirt open and undone her bra so that her cute little tits were sticking out. Her nipples were like rocks, and she grabbed my hands and told me to pinch them hard. I started to do just that, and she just kept saying, "HARDER - HARDER." She wasn't just riding my cock, she was. Of course, there was the bleeding too. I prepared for that and put my panties on. There was a new symptom that I didn’t have the last time which I noticed as I put my bra on. My boobs felt like they were sore and it made me not want to wear a bra. I almost made that decision, but my nipples were fairly prominent when hard, and I didn’t want to draw that kind of attention at work.The change was noticed at work too. Co-workers and a manager asked if everything was okay and that I didn’t seem like.