..”Panic seized the alien. The nanites spread through Henrietta’s body, programed to change her, transform her mind into a processing unit and her...body into a physical connector. Merita couldn’t let that happen. She had to do something.“End routine,” she shouted at the nanites’ voices. “Authorization Merita. Password: LatthosaHove91*.”The nanites invading Henrietta’s body hesitated, processing her command. Would it work? They weren’t connected to the rest of the network of women. Yet.“Routine. ”She heard the woman move. Just standing there on all fours in the dark, waiting and not knowing, was worse than actually being done to. She was acutely aware of the object lodged in her behind, and even more acutely aware of being watched by three pairs of eyes, one pair at a distance, probably masturbating at the sight of her predicament.Then she felt something move on her left buttock. She understood that Purple Princess was writing, and the shame flooded through her as the woman began to. I always found that strange, if you were the only one, then why was the ship so big?” Solaria looked at him. “You are not angry?” “No,” Adrian shook his head. “Why would I be? You were only protecting yourself.” He walked towards what he thought looked like the control console. He couldn't see all of it due to his height. “I could lift you up,” Solaria said as she walked over to him. Adrian smiled. His height of six feet brought his head just under her waist and the top of her thighs. “Sure,”. After figuring out how pleasurable masturbation was, whenever they got a chance they pounded their puds. Alone, together, looking at “dirty” magazines, talking about girls, just because it was hard, whatever; they couldn’t seem to get enough of it. Sometimes their cocks would be raw from the frequency and intensity that they worked on it. Every now and again, one would dare the other to blow him but it never got that far, someone always chickening out at the last second. They would end up.