We were close to the city of Atlanta, when my phone rang. I looked at Rodney and shrugged. "Hello," I said into the phone."Are you Miss Porter?" the v...ice said."I am," I replied."I'm Joan Pacer, the booking agent's road manager. Well one of them. I guess that makes me your boss for now," she said."I guess it does," I agreed, "So what you got for me." There is a 4PM press conference at the race track, are you going to be here in time?" she asked.Well Joan it's about 10AM and we are about on hour. "Jim, I'm a doctor, not an accountant." Some doctor. Every time we take some new guy down to a planet, it seems all you can do is say, 'He's dead, Jim'."The medical officer took his chin in his hand, scratching it. "That may be, but you always seem to end up getting laid." Well, there is that. What have you been up to? I haven't seen you for days." I've been trying to repair the damage this pointy eared Vulcano caused when he went through hismating cycle."Mister Crock didn't bother to turn. And another. And another. One of her fists beat down on the carpet and he squeezed again. Her eyes screwed up tightly as he forced even more air inside her. By now he knew the plug would be the size of his fist, undoubtedly she was also thinking the same thing, imagining how it would feel to have his fist in her as he had before. The memory of that experience, of the three minute-long anal orgasm she’d had, filled him with desires. Subconsciously his free hand reached forwards and his fingers. Not really his thing but he felt it was expected of him, just pert of the culture, and.. well it was his thing really. The nun shrieked with each stroke and Gray continued the whipping as he struggled out of his clothes.When he was finally naked the nun was wimpering and quivering with pain.Gray gave one last stroke and as she recovered he quickly pushed his cock into her pussy, going right in he thrust forward aggressively. This was so much better than shagging parishoners he thought, without.