"So, we have to sow these things is hostile space just to give the Navy fat arses time to build the fleet." That's right," he said with a big smile."S..., how many of these torpedoes have you got?" I asked."Nearly 5000," he said. "I'm fully loaded with them." Fucking 'ell," I whistled. "So, you sow them and I'm to ride shotgun." That's about the size of it," he said. "We start off here."He pointed on his star chart."And move in towards their home system," he said moving his finger over the chart.. Climbing up on his lap Mr. Baker put his arm around me, which comforted me some. After a while his arm lowered down till his hand rested against my crotch. A few minutes passed when I felt my little dick starting to stir. Mr. Baker must of felt it too, for he started to rub his hand from side to side. I felt my dick getting harder and tried to move his hand before it stood up hard. Mr. Baker whispered in my ear to relax, it's okay. I moved my hands away allowing him to rub me. After all, volunteering to become meat had always been seen as desirable, that society expected women to put themselves on the line for the ultimate good of everyone else. She had always thought that it was a much more pleasurable experience than it really was. However now Annie started to recognize that it was a sham, that she had been brainwashed her whole life into thinking that maybe becoming a meatgirl was a good thing. She felt a swell of regret in her stomach at throwing her life away so. He dropped to a squat until he was eye-level with her pert, bubbly behind. She pushed out a little more, and he opened her up with his hands. As he got closer to her, the sight become more magnificent. He could now make out her labia and swollen clitoris, every inch of her love glistening with mouthwatering wetness. Her little brown knot seemed to quiver as he got closer, until his face met her sex and his nose lodged softly on her asshole and his tongue began exploring the immediate insides of.