"I need to repair other parts of the ship," Patrick snapped at the young girl."We need the engines and the hull fixed yesterday, the rest can be fixed...as we travel, I'm taking us home and since I out rank you. I will determine what is fixed first. Do I make myself clear chief?" Lisa said as she started glowing in anger."No. By regulation, fourteen subsection twenty-six, of the code of conduct, I'm in charge of all spider bots onboard ship. Being head of engineering, they fall under my. .."I did as she asked, although I was doing so quite methodically now. I wasn't going slow, per se, but I was concentrating more on force than speed. Steadily, and dropping as much weight into my thrusts as I could, I really POUNDED the shit out of my girlfriend's asshole. Harder ... and Harder ... and Harder I reamed her out.The light in The Dungeon had always been dim. Harsh, too-bright spotlights gave concentrated illumination directly over whatever individual apparatus we wanted to use,. No one would believe him, anyway, so he decided to continue on with the others to get he new equipment squared away and ready for the next day to start practicing. The thought of practicing for the first time got him away from thinking about the sweaty girls, and back to thinking about finally playing football.“Did you see that guy? He looked like he should be in college or maybe even in a fashion magazine or something.”“I’ll bet there isn’t an ounce of fat on his body. I, of course, am willing. "Whoa. What happened to his dick? Looks like somebody left it in thedryer too long and it shrunk." Definitely. It looks like a pink acorn." And those balls are like a couple of grapes."The onlookers pointed and laughed, hooted and jeered. Ernie had alwaysbeen sensitive about his immature genitals. It was one of the reasons hehadn't dated. This was his worst fear, being exposed, not to one girlbut to a gathering of cute and unsympathetic ones. Just when he thoughtit couldn't get any.