That answer was not long in coming. She felt someone playing around her asshole. Her eyes bugged out when she realized why they were waiting. They wan...ed her filled in both holes together, at the same time. She began to panic and pushed against the prone biker, but others pushed her back down.A few minutes later she could feel the head of a second cock pushing at her sphincter, trying to gain entry, and she was helpless to prevent any of this from happening. After a few more tries the cockhead. Well girls maybe, she thought could cope, but she was a sissy crossdresser / tgirl, a wannabe transsexual, not really a girl at all. Tranny, t-girl or crossdressers, were really not the same thing as a cis woman when it came to enduring many cocks. Her asspussy is just that, an ass being used as a pussy, like a naughty substitute. Raw hard ignorant cock finding its way inside an ass and destroying any function as an ass didn’t matter now, Jess used what she had for self pleasure. Jess wondered. With all the good will and love in the world, Richard, what happens if we don’t work out? What happens to me then?” “Why wouldn’t we work out? Before I got this better job and moved, we were doing great, weren’t we? And in this past nine months, we’ve kept in touch on the phone and by writing. I’ve not thought about anyone else, just you Gaynor.” “Oh Richard, Richard,” she sighed, shaking her head and placing a soft palm on the back of my hand. Her brown eyes bore into my own eyes. “You’re. ”“Mass movement at speed from the ship!” the Senior Monitor informed me. “Looks like you were right, sir. It’s their small fry.”“Ship is attempting to interfere with communic...” The AI cut out mid-sentence.“AI?” I asked, though received nothing except an indicator light in my helmet that showed voice comms were down. “Suit functions are fine, sir,” the Senior informed me. “Just no comms.”“We need runners to pass messages along,” I replied. “See if the civs can help.”It didn’t take too long.