Knocking at the door, you could feel the overwhelming pressure the Captain of the Flyers gave off; even behind a closed door. Slowly, she lowered herself, letting her massive boobs rest against your cock, letting it slide between their soft embrace. Working up the last of whatever sliver of courage you had, you decided on what you’d request from the woman. The very second her head lifted, her eyes could burn a hole through your scared head. This was it, she was going to beat you within an inch of your life over such a stupid request. Staring at you with the same determination she showed out in training, she began to slide her breasts up and down. She wasn’t even looking at you, she had numerous piles of paperwork to do to even bother to look at you. Working up the last of whatever sliver of courage you had, you decided on what you’d request from the woman. It wasn’t a surprise to you. No! Feeling there was no point in trying to be a Flyer, and knowing you’d never got to be in Sasha’s office or presence again. You weren’t even surprised when you found that note resting in your locker.
