" Is there something else to do in hyperspace?" I asked. "No? Let's do both gigs."I had seen standard Consortium Class 20 gigs before. We entered thro...gh the airlock and turned left. Cockpit forward with a small locker. Two crew positions—though only one was required for this tiny craft. A comfort station—full shower, toilet, folding sink—was just behind the cockpit. Four folding passenger seats and a snack station completed the accommodations. We were in the cargo gig—immediately behind the. This went on for some time, a viscous combination of kicks, knees, punches and slaps assaulted my balls until I was crying and screaming. “Please- please stop. You got your revenge. It hurts so bad!” I exclaimed. “Shut up perv. We aren’t done until I say we are.” She used a piece of duck tape to cover my mouth, then she disappeared into a closet. When she emerged she held a metal rod, it was ten inches long and 5 millimetres wide, with rounded tips. This scared me, what could she possibly do. We pulled down eachothers pants revealing our sex parts to eachother I was greeted by a rather hairy looking barely fucked ginger pussy it looked really small and tight even for a guy with a small penis like me.I began to work my fingers inside Paige’s pussy I felt her grip me closer as that familiar heavy breathing returned and took her hand to my cock slowly jerking it up and down.I attempted to replace my fingers with my cock in a standing up position she stopped me beforehand to ask me if I. “No, I ... just waited for him to be a moment out, and I sneaked in,” Simon said with a small snicker.Ah, this was getting weary. Fuck with the no interfering rule. Aron didn’t deserve to be cheated on. Not with Simon, not with anyone. And this was one thing he needed to take care of properly. Mark was right. He could not have his cake and eat it.“Simon,” he said solemnly and placed one hand on the guy’s shoulder. “Look here, man. We’re over.”Women used to break up with him, not the other way.