The huge station water tank was full but frozen which could provide air. In the station stores area I found cases of rations. I was a little surprised...the station fuel containment cells were still working and managed to fill the patrol ship's tanks. Next I heated the water tank and used a separation unit to pump air to the ship after sealing it.I used a triple containment bio filter on everything I put into the ship. I moved more than enough rations into the ship and then I started another. Her reward, his cock stiffens, it moves, she touches it with her free hand, as she plays with her clit. Take your knickers off he said softly. She did as he bid, taking them down to her ankles stepping out of one leg and then the other. Now totally naked with her legs wide apart, he said spread your legs and lower your bottom towards me. She moved one leg then the other so that her bottom was wide open, her cunt gaping and wet. Bend at the knee for me as much as you can he said. He pushes a. Maybe some bones would still be down there, preserved enough for a forensic diver to locate and retrieve, but I wasn't counting on it.Someday it might be safe to send a notice to all of those missing loved ones giving them some closure, that young and happy Brenda Lou and her gal-pal Skippy picked the wrong guy or guys to buy them a drink or offer them a cold (drugged) soda or bottle of water out on the beach or in a bar and that their bones now graced the sea bed at Whiptail Reef. Maybe. “You’re not an escort, are you? Do mom and dad know? When the hell did you start doing this?”She sat on my couch and looked at me thoughtfully. Then seemed to shrug.“I actually started when I was seventeen. There is a lot of call for young, tight girls. I could also ask you what you are doing calling an escort.”I blushed, trying my hardest to hide my hard-on. I knew she was my sister, and I never thought of her this way, but knowing she was an escort and that she came over to have sex with me,.