I was repeating the same procedure with her right foot, when I heard some commotion upstairs. "Hi Beth, you down here?" came the female voice.I froze...in place, but Beth simply lifted her head and replied, "Yes dear, everything for dinner is in fridge, I'm just getting a massage." Myles, you'll be staying for dinner won't you?" asked BethStill frozen in place, I replied, "That would be very nice."Just then I saw a very pretty thirty-something year old brunette stick her head down the stair. Just like one of our pods. Good. The AIs had said I wouldn't have to take my glove off, but I'd been worried.Before I went any further, though, I called out "Hello the ship! Permission to come aboard?"Pretty much the same voice as all the AIs we were used to. That had been another worry. Would this ship understand English? The AIs had assured us that their translation routines had been disseminated to all Confederacy AIs that might deal with us."I am Captain Roger Edelmann." I stopped talking. Bottles of water were given to the captives, laced with ground up pharmaceuticals meant to calm them down for the present.Sister Monica still had a butt-plug buried in her bum when she awoke from her slumber and was dragged out of her cage to use her once again. Her mouth was put up to the glory hole and she was forced to service a series of men with her lips and tongue. Still wearing a butt-plug, the nun repeatedly had her throat used by every man in the congregation. Loads of cum shot down. She could fit in at Heilman with no trouble.”“You are too kind,” a voice said from behind Phil. He had been so focused on listening to Hailey that he hadn’t heard the door slide open. Now he understood why the music seemed louder than before and how Hailey had heard it through the phone.“I’m really sorry,” Phil said. “I was just telling my fiancée where I was. I didn’t mean to talk about you behind your back.”“If you continue to say sweet things, please feel free to talk about me all you wish,”.