She was whimpering, gasping through her opened mouth. Barbara couldn't take it much longer. She rolled over to one side, opened her mouth and began su...king on one of Christina's tits.How she loved feeling that sensitive nipple between her teeth! She knew what Christina was feeling as she nibbled the rubbery tip, sanding the top with her tongue. She heard her cousin crying out, felt the woman shuddering against her body while she and Pardner worked on her.And then Pardner was back to her. The. Johns asked us today, 'What do you most hope for?' and I couldn't think of a single answer to that. What would you say to that?" What do I most hope for?" Yeah." Um, you might not understand." You mean it's so deep or something?" No, you might not like it." Why would I care? What is it?" You might get mad, is all." Mad? What do you mean, 'mad?'" You might not like my answer. You might get angry if I tell you." That's crazy. How could I get mad. I promise I won't." Well, it's just something you. "Someone likes it rough. Do you want Miss Jenna to smack your pathetic tits again?" Please, Mistress."I smacked ten times on each tit. With each one, she shuddered both in delight and pain. She was smiling the whole time. By the end, her tits were dark red, almost purple. That would bruise in the morning! I eventually sat down in the chair and motioned for her to come closer."Bend over in my lap, slut."She climbed over my legs and balanced on her tiptoes, her hands grabbing onto the other side. . Permission granted, ... Subcommander," Malcolm uttered, trying to get his confusion under control. Both he and Hoshi had grown accustomed to seeing a Vulcan in Starfleet blue, ever since T'Pol had abandoned the colorful cat-suits in favor of the standard Starfleet uniform, but seeing the garment with Vulcan rank insignia on it took them both by surprise."These are my mission parameters as specified by Starfleet and the Vulcan High Council," the Vulcan explained and handed over a Starfleet.