I got out of my seat, stood up and opened the compartment that contained my bag. I pulled out a little camp pillow and sat back down. I handed the pil...ow to my ‘rican friend next to me but he protested. “No, no, you take. It’s good. I good. Eees OK.” He said, all the while flashing his golden tooth at me with every smile. I grabbed his neck and pulled him forward, propped a knee up on the seat and pulled his head into my breasts. I put the pillow against the wall and pushed his head back into. "Jessie dear, you need support right? You need to minimize the jigglingright? You want to keep your chest protected and restricted right? Thoseare all things that this bra does. Unfortunately bras also push and liftthe chest to make it look more attractive. I think it's a small price topay and the pluses far outweigh the minuses. Besides, you think it makesyour chest stick out just because you're not used to it. It reallydoesn't look bad at all. What do you think?"She was right. Ashley knew. Alba’s heart pounded in her chest, she could hear her blood rushing in her ears, she felt so ... alive! How long had it been since she had overcome such odds, since she had faced off against such a worthy foe in single combat? A Special Operations Sangheili, one of the most skilled soldiers in the Covenant, and she had bested him with a gravity hammer that her people would never have permitted her to wield under normal circumstances. Now that she was free of the Covenant, she could do whatever. Why don’t you give it a try. You do want to try it don’t you?” “Sir, yes Sir.” ”Let’s go. Mince, sissy.” Keeping her arms down straight at her sides, she began the same walk again, only this time with her arms straight down, fingers pointed outward, in a manner befitting some sort of walking Barbie doll. ”Prance, sissy.” As she got to the end, she suddenly lifted her arms up. Turning, she held them up as her hands flopped from side to side. ”Mince, sissy.” Back down went the hands, the arms.