He reached over and began scrolling through the video menu until he found one he liked. Then he looked at me again. He was white, around 50, and he wa... wearing a black t-shirt, black leather vest, black jeans, and boots. He had a black leather cap in his head. He reached out and fondled my breasts, pinching lightly on my nipple, before opening his fly and pulling out his penis. I reached out and took it in my hand. Holding another man's semi hard dick in my hand felt strange. I got down on my. Everything Helen had told her made sense. Now, with new knowledge,that story began to unravel.First, there was the deception to the press. The decision to fire theengines and bring them home had come from the loss of the bio-readerson her ladies, not a fire in the storage bay. And the cargo doors hadall been closed when the engines were fired, so there wasn?t a bombthat flew into space as Director Berry had claimed. Yes, she knewHelen wasn?t being honest but up to now she had never. “Not like us!” he joked. The truth is, now that I stopped to think about it, I did wonder how serious it was. Whilst it sounds like a cliché, at my age I couldn’t afford to be left hanging around whilst Richard decided where his priorities lie. We looked at each other for a minute without smiling, and the mood became decidedly tense for a second, until his raucous laugh crashed through the silence.“Come on, you’re getting all serious on me! I know what you need.” He dashed off to the bar and. Then he left to return to Washington and she took command of the Clymer and now she was alone. Nothing to fuck now but her hand she mused, but then that has been the way for sailors for hundreds of years now. Elizabeth smiled, rolled over and fell into a deep sleep.The next morning after making sure that everything was secure on the bridge she returned to her cabin to review priority messages that needed to be sent out by that afternoon. There was a knock on her door and she answered,.