Shepard should be almost done by now. Better go.

You step back, examining your work for a second.

"Okay. I believe you have met all of the public whore requirements. Clearly, it was a mistake on our part."

She nodded, not having the strength to do more than moan faintly.

"Just remember to act like a normal public whore, that is accepting any sex demands on the spot, masturbate publicly and show off your inner slut. And remember, it's normal for anybody to use a public whore."

You turned and walked away. Before you made even five meters, you heard a smack and her 'thank you' quickly followed by a gurgling sound. A quick glance showed you she was bent forward, a turian's hand on her head, forcing her down on his dick while he kept having a conversation.

"Yes, honey, I'll take the kids home tonight. What sound? Oh, that's just a public whore **** on my dick. Sure, I'll pick up some cereals."

Yep, you had done good work here.

You got out of there and back to the Presidium where Shepard was... not actually done. Seems this bashing from the Council lasted longer than a cutscene. You groaned and were about to head off again when your eyes fell on a returning Williams. She walked in through the door, holding her breastplate in her hands. For a second you wondered why until she was close enough for you to see her chest. In place of her rather modest C cup, she now had a big pair of E cup breasts that were barely contained by her military gray T-shirt. The fabric was pushed near the tearing point, a big breath away from shredding and letting the world bask in the glory of those hooters. Lifted by their sheer size the cloth could not cover her navel nor give her nothing but a deep cleavage as the T-shirt was pushed forward. You let your eyes wander on those orbs, almost salivating at the naughty ideas that popped into your heads. This adventure was going to be fun.

"Chief." You saluted, approaching her.

"Sir." She saluted too, making her chest bounce up and down with the move.

"No bra marine?" You said using a fasle accusatory tone.

She tensed. "Sorry, sir. After the surgery, I..."

You shut her up with a brush of your hand. "Don't worry, It's normal for a marine to not wear a bra outside combat." Her expression and entire pose relaxed. "But what have you done with your underwear?"

"I trashed it, sir."

"Now that's a problem. That was official Alliance clothing. I think a normal light punishment is in order. Fifteen jumping jacks right now."

"Yes, sir!"

She executed herself immediately, jumping high and spreading her arms. Her big hooters flopped up and down with each jump she made, threatening to burst out of her shirt at any moment. You watched, hypnotized by their dances and the way her hardening nipples were stretching the already stretched fabric. Too soon she finished her jumping, her shirt having slid up enough to expose her toned abs and even a bit of underboob.

"Good." You gave her a thumbs up.

Before you could gently torment her a little more, a pissed off looking Shepard entered the lobby and marched toward you.

"I take the meeting didn't go very well?"

She gave you a stare that made you want to run away.

"Stupid Council. If we had had a single alien with us they would have believed us, but no we're just three human with hours of footage to confirm what we said. Grrr. And that Tevos just..."

Seems like you had an angry Shepard on your hands. Considering your play experience, that meant something would blow up. Unless you could calm her.

"You know Jane, it's normal for a stressed or angry women to play and suck on tits. And Chief Williams here as a new pair to test."

She kept muttering to herself, but her hands reached for Ashley's shirt and yanked it upward. You and Williams gasped as her mounds were let free, her curvaceous breasts firm and inviting. Then, Shepard dived in, grabbing a handful of round flesh in one hand and locking her lips around a nipple. In no time, Ashley was half moaning and breathing hard as the heroine fingers brushed and twisted the marine's nipples, her tongues circling around the tanned girls aureole before mercilessly sucking on her tender nipples, then gently pulling and releasing Williams' melon with a pop. In a word, Shepard was ravenous and apparently that was just normal for her.

"Hm, Commander, I..." Williams tried to say only for Shepard to double her efforts.

Now, Ashley was openly moaning and your cock was pushing against your pants at the sight before you. You were not alone too. It seems that even if it was normal for women to do that, Shepard's performance was still noteworthy enough to make the passing aliens slow down to enjoy the erotic show.

After another five good minutes, Shepard finally pulled herself away from poor, moaning and probably dripping wet, Ashley after a final round of tugging and sucking that left the marine breathless.

"I... ah... I..." Ashley tried to say between two panting breaths.

"Sorry, Chief." Shepard said with a smirk as if she hadn't just spent ten minutes playing with Williams' breasts.

Damn, your Shepard was a naughty girl.

She continued, turning toward you. "We have to find some kind of proof that Saren was involved. We got two leads, a guy named Harkin and a Volus banker. You have a preference?"