I started playing but very quickly started to lose my clothes aswell. Soon I was down to my little white briefs, and lost the very nexthand. Peter and...I were helped onto the table and the randy seamen's handstouched us everywhere. Then hands grasped our pants and started to pullthem down over our hips down our legs and off. I noticed that my brotherhad got an erection but I was terrified. We were then pulled off the table and both of us were bent over it. Theseamen were stripping off as well. “Thanks, Nick, you’re a pal. Do you have any rule about that?”“Sleeping? Not as far as I know.”“Good. Of course…” Here she paused a moment and giggled, then looked me in the eye again, watching closely for my reaction. “I normally sleep naked.”I coughed and took another glance up the aisle. This was getting interesting, I thought.“Is there a rule about that?”“Uhh... I don’t think I know of any rule against it exactly.”“Keep watch for me, then, sweetie. I just need to know how it feels.”Shit, I. Karen took his hand and led him into the bathroom. She ran his bath wateragain putting the same Avon oils that cleansed and softened his skin. Itfelt good and he scrubbed his skin hard trying to get that awful filthfeeling off him, but it refused to leave him entirely. That dirtyviolated feeling never left him.He sat in the bath soaking up the water and other things feeling filthy.He tried to make it go away but it wouldn't. Karen came back in to seePeters eyes filling up, long wet trails. Consuelo looked at Bert as he swore, "There's a problem?" The Professor isn't on board," said Bert before looking upwards. "Is anyone else missing?" he asked."No other volunteer is missing," reported the AI, "but the Professor's concubine is absent."Bert slumped down on the nearest box and rubbed his temples, how had that happened? And more importantly what did he do about it?"Where is that dickhead shuttle?" he asked.The pilot replied to his question, "It's orbiting the base. My guess is that.