Mistress Brie was a 49-year-old woman who lived with her daughter. She was a BBW with 38BB boobs and a chubby body. She had white skin, and killer, do...inant looks.I reached her home and knocked. She was waiting for me. She opened the door and we were happy to see each other. I asked her if we were alone? She assured me that it was just me and her. She told me that her daughter would not be coming till the next evening.We started talking and got to know each other a little better. In about 10. It can guide you to the right spot,” a female voice said over our intercom.“How?” Blaine asked.“Obviously its set up to allow them to interject when ships are close to the station. Makes some sense,” I replied. “Well, I should get to the airlock.”Blaine nodded as I stood up and walked off the bridge. The ship seemed ominously silent as I strode down the starboard passage to the airlock.The door was closed when I arrived, but opened a moment later. A ping from the ceiling caused me to look up as. She looked around wildly, completely disoriented. She was in a small chamber of some sort, with harsh white lights. She was restrained at her wrists and ankles, but couldn't see how due to the thick, glistening liquid that was rising ever closer to her mouth. The face of a beautiful woman came into view through a thick glass porthole that Megan hadn't noticed in her panic. "HELP ME"!!! Megan screamed, thrashing futilely against her submerged restraints. The voyeur wasn't interested in helping,. Chris let Amber sleep for a little while (to make sure she wouldn’t wake up with a second wind, I think) before collecting her off my leg and carrying her upstairs. I didn’t mind at all because I had put my head back on the couch and was napping myself.I watched him carefully tote his precious bundle up the stairs and thought he looked like a natural. He was still grinning when he made his way back to the rest of the group.It wasn’t long after when the boys started to yawn and get a little.