If we had an emergency, we could disable that interlock to get a hatch open NOW, but during normal operations it was a safety feature. We had the AI a...tivate that interlock, and that forced the hatches to be cycled as an airlock.I had five people with me but only three of us could fit in the airlock space at one time. We had the shuttle pilot vent the airlock to space, then we could refill it from the shuttle. Once that pressure was equalized, we could open the hatch on our side, go in, and. I feel her whole body beginning to tense up. “Don’t stop,” she growls, “don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.” She reaches up and grabs my shoulders and squeezes hard as her body goes stiff all over. Wham! She comes violently, shaking so hard that she almost loses her grip on my shoulders. “Unhhhhhhhhh!” she grunts, slamming her head back as the orgasm rips through her. “Ungh. Ungh.” She groans as she convulses violently. She has pushed her body so hard against mine, that my hand is trapped,. “Hey baby!” Says one girl in a crowd of beautiful women. “He looks like he could use a hand to fix his problem down there!” Says another, as she points towards my cock, which is fully erect. I hadn’t even realized in my altered state of mind that I was naked.“Or a foot! Or a lot of feet!” Says the first girl. Giggling and winking at me. They are all in bakinis and sandals, and all of them have freshly painted toes. They’re petite. Some white, some Latina, some Asian... I think there was a hot. The breathing became tense and shallow. The whole plainless of the room sunk in. There was nothing pretty or elevating about the room – only impersonal office walls. It told you, who you were – a nobody, a cog in a machine. ‘Do you guys have any aspirin? I got a head ache.’ Angela set up a little more upright than she had already been sitting. Her blond hair was neatly pulled back into a pony tail. Every strand of her was pulled back. She was wearing standard office clothing from Banana.