She responded that since her divorce, and even before, she wasn’t being fulfilled sexually and needed some stimulation. She blushed at admitting thi.... I assured her I felt there was no need to be embarrassed about her natural urges and was quite impressed she was open about her needs. She explained she had always been a little bit of an exhibitionist, well, maybe a lot actually. She enjoyed wearing lingerie and allowing glimpses of her stocking tops and sometimes her panties, when she was. No matter what happened, this was going to be our last attempt on Arctic.The robot was relegated to backup duties while I was to be the principal hunter. I was still a bit nervous about this, so I had my trusty combat shotgun fully loaded with the shaped charge shells. The robot was off to one side and it also had a combat shotgun, but this was loaded with standard HEAT rounds. The robot under computer control was all set to blast the charging Polar in the side with as many HEAT rounds as it. Her perky B cup breasts had no need for any support and she loved how her top felt brushing against her sensitive nipples. Once or twice Jessica was pushed by the guys playing behind, the first time Paul caught her his hands spanned her waist and she felt his thumbs rise and slowly stroke up her ribcage. She felt him tense and suddenly release her, then he grabbed a high stool and sat facing her a few feet away. "I need a rest from dancing for a few minutes." Paul's face was flushed as he said. She knew that this was a bad start and decided to back off.“Tell you what then; you get to choose. I’ll call you slut, or cock sucker, which is it to be?”She sighed knowing that this was already beginning to turn her on. Where in hell did it come from this dark desire to be treated this way, and what way would it continue to grow and show itself.“Hey,” he almost shouted, “I’m talking to you.”“Slut” she quickly said. She hurried on because she knew it would be difficult to do what she knew she.