"Thirty minutes later I stood after docking and Cara leaped to my shoulder as I left the bridge. She pressed against my neck and crooned and I reached...up to give her a caress. Three people came through the airlock. Two held rifles and pointed them at me and the third was a smug captain.They were wearing battle suits with cleared face plates so I was not worried they could be infected, "I am the only one aboard."I looked at the open airlock and the hatch slid closed and sealed. The captain spun. “She‘s fucking hot…” I heard her say, “I could lick that pussy….” she continued as I walked past her. I decided not to turn my head and look at her but made a bee-line directly for the toilet door. I opened it entered the corridor and nearly ran to the ladies loos. For once, there was more of a queue at the gents. I entered the cubicle and breathed a sigh of relief. I dropped my knickers and sat on the loo. Before I did what I came to do I felt my pussy. To my horror, it was soaking wet. I. No response. Maybe I was all washed up physically and emotionally. Dead, but not buried. She cupped my scrotum, but my dick was utterly limp. Her hand felt remote, far away, yet she held my balls. I looked up in the darkness at the ceiling. ‘Why?’ she said and stroked my cock again. ‘Is it me?’ ‘It’s me,’ I told her. ‘I don’t know why.’ ‘Doesn’t it scare you?’ I didn’t answer. Norton, are you a eunuch? Did I have some internal injury they hadn’t told me about? My nuts weren’t sore, so I hadn’t. She would have been considered pretty, except for the fact that she had a hard edge about her, that being her blonde hair was short and pulled harshly to one side, and her manner was that of someone in complete control! After several seconds of silence the blonde, while looking directly into Amy Jo's eyes asked, "You're a fem aren't you, I can smell you a mile away!?!" Amy Jo turned a bright shade of red, and while averting her eyes replied softly, "Yes, yes I am!" The blonde made a snorting.