Where a fighter could and frequently did turn on the proverbial dime. My ‘Nome Adventurer’ required twice the space and time to get there.But figh...ers had limited legs. They sacrificed mass in the form of fuel capacity and cargo space. Fighters also had no O2 capacity. The pilots had to rely on what they had in their suits. Which were not comfortable in the first place. A suit leak in the confined space of a fighter command seat was basically a death sentence. Where my ore carrier could spend. . Sam fucked her well, but his mind was elsewhere. Without losing a stroke, he reached out behind the couch and pressed a buzzer. If this worked, he knew there would be no turning back for Kate and he could count on her.Kate looked up through blurry eyes, red and swollen from the exertions of lovemaking."Dot!" Her first impulse was to jump up and scratch the French girl's eyes out, but she held herself back. Sam must have asked her to come here... but while they were making love!? Kate had. He stared in awe at my naked body for a moment, as if he can't quite believe this is finally going to happen.Then it started. There was no foreplay involved. He has only one thing on his mind, using me just like all the other men who've raped me. They have no respect for me as a person. They treat me like a rape victim because that's what turns them on. They can rape me without fear of repercussions. The perfect selfish sex act; just the way they like it. The more I hate it the more they enjoy. Fuck this is incredibly stimulating, it takes me a second to realize I am slowly grinding the bar stool. My pussy swells, it tingles and I shiver and smile, even laugh a little at the bar as I wait for you to get there. I have to slam down a drink or I just may faint. Each second feels like an hour. My leg shakes on the ring of the bar stool, I am quietly making small talk with the other customers., but I'm not even listening to what they are saying.I watch the door open and close with each.