"Just pretend that sissy Charlene is your husband, Brad, and that he has been getting out of line, insisting on too many blowjobs. Tell him it's his t...rn to get down on his knees and see what it feels like."Mandy gave me a very hot look, "Come on over here Brad I have something I want you to do for me." What is it dear?" I decided to play along, it seemed like my best chance to get those photos back."Brad you know the reason you're dressed in that silly maid's outfit don't you." Yes, I've been. They'd weathered that storm, and the aftermath of the Navy's rescue, with the upheavals as the various crewmen gathered their own harems, mostly from the breakup of the revived men's groups. Inevitably, there'd been disruptions as a number of the women reconsidered their decisions, and tried for a better match. But despite all that, everyone was now either happy with their situation, or tired of trying to improve it.With what they hoped was the worst of their shakedown problems behind them,. Miles of it baby,” I said truthfully, in a coy tone and an evil smile. He smiled back as I reached back to get my treat, my goal, my Mandingo cock, my huge black chocolate cock… I pulled it up and against my ass and pushed back and past where I had already fit him. His cock was massive and still hurt, but only a bit. The cramping was gone and the only pain came from me sitting so hard against him that he was pushing against my anal curve. I purred, with a furrowed brow as I worked him. "John... Maxwell... My name is Fern Viger. My ship is immobile, and I'm adrift. Can you give me a tow? " What class is your ship? " he replied. If her ship was too large, his tractor beam wouldn't be able to tow it and he'd have to radio AAAAA."Class 4 cruiser," she replied.He couldn't help but chuckle when he heard this. "Ma'am, that's not a ship, that's an escape pod," he said, muting the mic so he could laugh some more. "Transmit your coordinates and I'll see what I can do."Seconds later, he.