" You are on the supply schedule, but I have to give priority to the ships that are going out. I told you your ship would be the last to get any missi...ns that came in, so you have last priority." Admiral, you can't do this! We are not in your chain of command!" No, you're not. But this is MY station, and I say who gets what supplies, and when. I can't help it if you are unable to take a mission, because you're not ready. Now get back to Q-Deck, with those other foul-ups, and rot for all I. Even though I have little experience, I went to town on these two. My hands were positioned under their packages to hold them steady. I sucked furiously on one, then the other, then back to the first. Their heads were rolling back. I felt the smaller guy grow in my mouth, so I paid him a little more attention. I deep throated him almost to the point of gagging. There was spit and pre-cum all over his cock and my goatee. I saw him start to rise up on his toes. He grabbed the back of my head and. "That was lovely," he said, kissing her chin gently as he slid her shirt out of her pants and slowly ran his hands up her side, pushing the shirt ahead of him and running his fingers over her ribs, gently tickling and caressing her, feeling her purr as he pulled the shirt over her head, kissing her neck as he removed her bra and ran his fingers over her breasts and nipples, feeling them swell and harden under his touch, the skin around them crinkling with her excitement. Her breathing became. Her eyes lacked the healthy sparkle I remembered from before. Back then her eyes told you she enjoyed life but these eyes said life trampled on her while wearing heavy boots.The one “good” change was that her breasts seemed bigger and fuller than I remembered. I felt a pang of guilt for even thinking that.As my eyes moved lower, I was left wondering if they were really bigger or if they looked that way as a result of a fairly dramatic weight loss.I say that because you could see her rib cage.