She pulled up her favourite erotica site and found a good short story. It was about cocksucking - one of her favourite themes.That served to pass some...time, but now she was aroused and frisky. She had an enlightened idea! The machine she was using was one of the old ones - in the back row - and she seemed to remember that rinse cycles could be a lot of fun...She passed "Scruffy" - he was playing a pinball game. The woman with him had gone out to the car to wait and could be seen having an. .So once i was speaking to this aunt regarding my course and was taking her expert advise,she had kept something on stove and forgot,she remember and she went to off the stove while coming she slipped and fell,i was laughing but then i went and helped her and she told u got really bad manners because i slipped instead of helping u were laughing,i apologized and told sorry,i am like that only then even she started giggling but her shoulder was aching so i told aunt shall i bring some cream,she. Nothing could be worse than this, she thinks.But still she doesn’t scream.She chants to herself softly.“I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.”The man zaps her right breast and the slowly walks down her body zapping her as he goes. When he reaches her feet, her gives each of them a shock and the turns the stick off.There is no time for her tears to dry to her cheeks because a steady stream is running down them like a river.She has never imagined such torture. No wonder the others break so. The rush of air as it escaped the hab module would rouse her, and she still had that emergency oxygen kit on her. She had also torn up his pressure suit, best to find one of the backups just in case. The freighter had taken enough damage that it would be foolish to assume that he could rely on the life support systems.He made his way to one of the unused crew cabins, finding another yellow pressure suit and pulling it on over his clothes, securing the hood over his head. These damned things.