The other hand slid up front to her mound and gave it a soft squeeze. “Oh Yes!” Becky moaned softly. Garrett kept the pressure up till he began to...slide in, stretching the muscles around his cock. It caused Becky pain. She broke away from the kiss and leaned her head backward. Oh shit! Oh baby, go slow, please!” pleaded Becky as she leaned her head backward into Garrett’s shoulders, eyes squeezed shut from the pain. Jack went over her body, still fucking her pussy, pressing himself over her and. .. she might not conceive... probably would not conceive, it told her. After all, this was only supposed to happen once. A quick fix. A way to blow off steam. The thought that it was over made her stomach feel ill. She couldn’t stop with just once. And he’d already shown he was ready to go again ... to mate with her again. That other part ... the logical part ... had had her, heart and soul, for years. Had it made her happy? No! Now, she had let something primal happen. Had that made her. I hung the water filled bag from a hook hanging from the mantle nearby. Our guests didn’t know it, but the empty hook was there for this explicit purpose.“Ok, ask the patient if she is ready for her enema,” I directed. I had trouble maintaining a straight face as Brent walked over to Jess’ front. I’m sure she was rolling her eyes.“Uh, are you ready for, uh, the enema, Miss?” Brent asked nervously. Addressing the “slave” as “Miss” was probably not proper protocol, but you can’t fault the guy for. I decided to help combat the drudgery of these jobs, that I would bring my boom box to work, and listen to some good old rock and roll while I labored. The first day I brought the stereo to work I was painting outside of the ship. My main concern was flinging paint onto to my new boom box. The next day I was assigned to do some maintenance on the Torpedo Tubes. When I went into the Torpedo Room with the boom box blasting, Junk told me to shut it off. I just assumed he didn’t like the kind of.