“Damn, girl.” Murray propped his head up on his arm as his elbow slid further and further down the slick bar. “Betcha swallow everything that go...d.” Randy’s jaw clenched, lips pursing. She cut her eyes at the redneck. “Don’t you got a beer to be suckin’ on, Murray?” Jasmine asked. “You wanna know sumthin’ Jazzy?” He pointed a wavering finger at the brunette. “This here lady looks like she’s hot for ya.” Smirking, she poured another shot. “That so?” “Ya into that sorta thing? Ya know that. "Not very often, but only when I feel horny or if someone touches my nipples." "What do you do then?" Did he want to know how I masturbated? I was confused so I just put one hand to my nipples and one hand near my clit. As soon as he saw my movement he smiled. He put his other hand on my clit and rubbed the ripe bud slightly and I heard myself moan at his touch. He then moved his other hand that was inside my pussy and my world started spinning! I was sure he was making me come! "Doctor. ”“You need to kill that Pipe Engineer/wanna be Warp Engineer, or whatever his title is, before he tells the First what you are doing.”“I cannot do that. He is central to all our plans.”“Well, you had better make sure he keeps quiet, or you are the one who is likely to be dead. I do not know why the First did not kill you when he had the chance. If you want to continue to live, you had better stay out of his way. I doubt that he will make that mistake again. Now, get out of my office and work on. What a thing, she chided herself. Thinking of a lovely girl like Chanitra just because of her ass.But it had been two or three months since she had last seen the girl, and she felt a pang of lust, even after the extravagant number of orgasms she had had with Rhonda. She tried to control it, feeling there was something of the dirty-old-man syndrome in her wanting to fuck this sweet adolescent girl so badly. But in the end it began to obsess her, and one evening she picked up the phone without.