The engine of the anti-grav hover tank shut down and we slammed into the surface of the partially terraformed moon colony. Then the oxygen generators ...hut down and we REALLY knew we were in trouble. Back up supply would last thirty minutes and then advanced carbon dioxide scrubbers would give us two hours more for a crew of three. Even the emergency beacon was dead and had not transmitted a distress call. All we had was these damned yellow chemical glow sticks to provide light. We were. Her other hand is busy inside her shorts, frigging her pussy.I watch her head bob faster and faster along my cock. Her sucking is coaxing the thick cum up my throbbing shaft and I yell out… “I’M CUMMING!”Erikka swallows every load and when she finishes, stands and kisses me, sharing some of my cream with me.“You two seem to be working well together, Mr. Bradley.”Erikka looks toward the door and sees our principal standing there.“That we are, Mrs. Bradely.”“S-she’s your wife, Mr. Bradely?”“Yes. Cameras in place. Joan, youuselesspieceof shit. Remember what I said! Would you like ataste of my whipping friend now?"He started. "No, Mistress Red. Joanuseless is sorry. I willobey. I will obey." Action."He stared at the camera, smiling, like the telepromptertold him too. Moved like the teleprompter told him too, andsaid what the teleprompter told him too."My humble curtsey to all great and Wonderful Mistresses."He curtsied, deeply and almost fell. "And kindred sissies.This is Joan sissy.. She finishes with a laugh and final kiss to the end of my cock. I go down to breakfast first, leaving Jenny to dress and to maintain our pretense of a conventional relationship, incase Sky does not understand. As Jenny appears in the pajamas we bought especially, she is soon followed by Sky. Sky has the same tiny shorts she wore last night, but now instead of a t-shirt, Sky is wearing a white vest top, cut quite low, showing her ample cleavage, but decent enough for the breakfast table. Sky.