I softly called out Lisa’s name. The sobbing stopped. There was a pause, and then, “Who’s there?” “I’m Mr. Apiary. Britt Apiary. I was th... one you saw in the mirror. I came to see how you are doing.” The sobbing resumed. “How do you think I’m doing?” “Can I come up so we can talk about it?” The sobbing reduced to sniffles. “Okay," was her meek reply. As it turns out, she was two flights up, at the entrance to the roof access. She was on the landing above the top step, lying on her side. This is a facial, cunt, another favor I'm doing for you. She seemed to try to say something but she was way too groggy and couldn't speak because of the gag in her mouth. I caught it all in my camera, my cum shooting and then dripping on her nose and forehead, running down her face her eyes half open. Nice pictures.So, I thought, what next and I got the idea of tying her legs up to the head board so her cunt was pointing upward and her asshole would be available. I got 2 more extension. Roger?"At my call, Dad quickly came into my office."I've gotta go down to the moon. Keep an eye on things while I'm gone. AI? Please ensure Roger and Imogen have all the necessary system accesses for while I am off the ship." Confirmed." The AI did not sound happy.Ten minutes later I met Melissa at the transporter pads, and we were quickly whisked down to the moon. It was instantly obvious that we were on the moon, the gravity for one seemed almost none-existent. "This could be fun," I said in. “Hello there, neighbor!” I say. “Hi!” she replies. “How can I help?” I stutter. Once again, she stares into my eyes making me blush and utters, “I was wondering if you have some sugar? I’m baking some chocolate chip cookies and forgot to check if I had enough sugar. Would you be so kind and give me half a cup?” I couldn’t help looking down at her chest, she was wearing a very tight grey sweater that exposed her large breasts. She was not wearing a bra for I could see her hard nipples popping.