“One of ours I think,” said the woman, “that you killed one of our people with.”“Sorry,” said Grace automatically. “Is the other one alr...ght?”“He’ll live,” said Honeyeva. “He wishes he’d shot you, of course. You took advantage.”“I can understand that,” said Grace. It was beyond stupid that supposedly the agents could take advantage of having their big male bodies, but she wasn’t allowed to use her small female one. She wasn’t going to say so though.“And this,” said the man, producing the. Was she a runaway? A criminal perhaps? She seemed far too sweet to be the latter, but the runaway image inflamed me for some reason. Without thinking, I placed my hand on her leg and patted, assuring her that it would probably be all right. I was hard, so hard, and her smooth skin under my palm only worsened my condition. I stroked for a moment, lingering above her knee. She merely looked at me until I reluctantly pulled my hand away."It must be hard being all alone Tom." Yes, sometimes it's. My crew appeared to have accepted their fate. No one talked on the bridge as Jessica and Kelsey tried to refine firing plans designed to get missiles through any defense the ships ahead of us might offer. Blaine dozed in his chair, occasionally making a minute adjustment, but otherwise allowing the ship to follow a route he had programmed.Chaz was the busiest. She was in near constant conversation with Ipanema’s communications officer. I quickly picked up the fact that Captain Prescott was even. He slid back and rubbed his balls along my stomach. He slid back until my hard dick, standing almost straight up, rested against the crack of his ass. He put his hands on my chest and rocked back and forth, letting my shaft move against his hole. “What here” he said, and quickly stepped out of the room. I watched his ass move as he walked, how I never noticed how cute his but was a miracle. Then again, I had never thought about him in that way, til last night anyways.I watched as he walked back.