<div style="text-align: center"><div style="background: #E2E133"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(61, 142, 185)"><b>Tiffany Martinson, 37, She/Her, Airport Security Guard, Apartment #310</b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify"><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F564x%2F7b%2F64%2Fba%2F7b64bae0aee9d3a34841cc1303268391.jpg&amp;hash=bd110abf534e20ac95cb41d4d825191d" title="7b64bae0aee9d3a34841cc1303268391.jpg">
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Tiff was not too happy about being woken up at quarter to seven on her day off. Shift work was bad enough, having to do nights, mornings and days - fortunately having been in the air force she was used to doing odd hours, but she had come off nights just on Friday, had slept most of Saturday and was planning on getting up late today because on Tuesday she would have to go back to work on day shift.<br/>
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Guarding the International Airport from Terrorist attack wasn't nearly as glamorous as guarding Travis AFB from Hostile spies, and in fact most of her time was spent keeping the curious out of the areas they shouldn't be in. Like the control tower where her fiancée worked.<br/>
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She groaned and tried to figure out what had woken her up. And there it was again, a soft but persistently annoying clanging sound coming from next door, like someone trying to find a leak in the plumbing. Or possibly make one. Great. Hopefully Jason was on the case and would have it fixed in no time. Tiff rolled over and glared at Alicia, her fiancée, who was apparently still asleep despite the noise. And despite the intricate pattern of knots that wove a tight and probably uncomfortable mesh all over the brunette's otherwise naked body.<br/>
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With a soft snigger Tiffany reached over and took hold of her lover's left nipple. She began twisting it clockwise, gently, slowly. when her right hand couldn't turn it further she used her left hand to hold it in place while she moved her right hand back, took hold again and twisted more, like winding up a spring.<br/>
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The moment  Ali revealed that she was awake, Tiff let go of her nipple and took it into her mouth instead,  sucking and tongueing it. This wasn't her favourite way of waking her lover, but it was close.​</div>