Nondescript, black suit, the kind of pro that would never be seen making deliveries anywhere outside the glass towers of downtown Manhattan. Scratch t...at, maybe Tokyo, but he would have been shorter and well-armed. The package he handed you was barely more than a polymer envelope, vacuum-sealed with a pull tab. It beeped once when you opened it, no doubt notifying someone miles away that you had just taken an interest in their special delivery. "Meijer und Weiss, GmbH" The name meant nothing to. He was able to move the correct knob with considerable strain and watched as the twin indicators aligned themselves. He then moved the lever reducing the magneto current. Finally, the tumbling began to subside, the noise level decreased and he regained control. However, most of the gravity was still off. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.Okay, okay, we're all right. His eyes scanned the dead instrument panel as his mind raced through the checklist. We still have life support and some. ?Yes. I’m ready to hurt for you. Please, hurt me.?She drew back, confused and taken aback. No one had ever responded that way before. He had never responded that way before, in the last few days that she’d been working on him. Begging, pleading, whimpering, tears, struggling, trying to get away, all these she was used to. But this had never happened before.Not changing tone, or the gentle caressing of his chest, lightly stroking a nipple here, then down to his abdomen, then back up his. He pushed his cock into her pussy, coating it thoroughly in cunt cream before withdrawing it. Still unsure about what he was doing he pressed his swollen cock-head against the puckered opening of his sister’s arse.Lining it up he slowly pressed forward, he watched the flesh press inwards before slowly his cockhead penetrated Jessie’s arse. When Jessie cried out in pain he stopped, he was ready to withdraw if Jessie should ask.“Are you OK Jessie”“O fuck it hurts that’s all”“I’ll pull out”“No, no.