The room had a metal-grated floor; the reactor was beneath reinforced hull-armor in a separate containment area under the grated floor. Pipes like fee...ing tubes disappeared under the grated floor into the protected heart of the ship. The heart was hidden in that containment cylinder, which was designed to eject the core in the event of a catastrophic failure. "You've enjoyed your ogling view, now get going," I thought to myself as I breezed into the next room full of machines.When I slipped. " He pointed at the other man, "This is Bill Jenks, he's my vice president of sales and marketing."I shook hands with the man while I tried to figure out what was going on. It was obvious that Rachel wanted this Dan guy to believe that I was her husband and she was clearly expecting me to go along with it, but as I shook Bill's hand I was asking myself why I should.Rachel and I worked for the same company. She was in sales and I was in manufacturing. She was on commission and I was salary. I. I felt him through my lacy thong, he was hard and ready, pressing into my pussy lips through my thong. Very slowly, he began rubbing up and down, pushing into me, as he kissed and licked me all over. Unable to take it anymore, he rolled over, slid his boxers down, then came in front of me and pulled down my thong, tossing them both. I was beyond ready, I could tell by the throbbing I felt between my legs. I was over any foreplay, the anticipation killing me. He laid on his back and pulled me on. He no longer worried about the fact he is 22 years old and still spanked by his Mum. It had happened so often now, being spanked in front of family or close friends of his Mum or Grandma that it was no longer the issue it once was. He no longer felt humiliated. He had after all brought this on himself when he was caught out by his Mum all that time ago. What he hated though was the lack of control. He enjoyed deciding when he wanted to be spanked, thinking about it ahead of time, looking.