She would never admit it but she got way too many pedicures but she found the experience almost orgasmic. She always asked for a very specific Orienta... guy who seemed to pay a little too much attention to her feet. He would spend a lot of time massaging her feet and toes. The best occasions were when he was the only staff working.He would tickle her foot a little and knew every place that drove her into giggles. She would giggle and secretly grow moist wishing he would do more. But that secret. My thrusts shook her body. She opened her mouth and started to breathe harder, her nails digging painfully into my back. “Slower,” she whispered hoarsely. I tried to control my lust, worried that she was still too weak. Eventually, we fell into a nice rhythm. Our movements became fluent and synchronized. I had the feeling that I was detached from reality and that only the two of us existed. Her moans became louder with every thrust. I was barely able to breathe. Then it came. She shuddered. "I'm sorry, Colt but I can't. The rest of you can.Corey and I will make it just fine." I got up and went out in the hallwith my phone. I really needed Corey right now. I tried to call him buthe didn't answer. I headed outside and sat down in some grass next to ourdorm with my head lowered. My phone started ringing with Corey returningmy call. I started crying while telling him my dilemma. He was doingeverything to calm me down and said things would work out just like theyalways have.I stood up. "ETA?" Lorian asked Karyn Archer, who had the helm. Even though it was the ship's night time, the captain had manned the bridge with the Alpha shift, as docking to a badly damaged space station that had only recently been seized from enemy occupation was nothing to be left to the most inexperienced shift."Two hours at present speed." Mr. Sato, Hail Salem One." Salem One, this is NX-10 Endurance requesting approach vector for convoy V-15." This is Salem One. Permission to approach on Vector 243.