Her arms felt like they were weighted down, but she strained and got her hands up onto Prego’s belly where she began to claw at the massive bag of f...at to try and push it off of her head, but the other woman wasn’t moving, and now her ass seemed to be boring down into her stomach. WHY IS SHE SO HEAVY?! No sooner had she thought the question than she knew the answer: gravity wave! And it was a bad one. Maybe the ship’s artificial gravity generator was malfunctioning…but it should shut off. All I could do was lay there for a few minutes then, then he said to follow him to the bathroom. He washed my stomach and crotch. I was confused, what happened, what was that that came out of my dick, and why did it feel so good. It wasn't two hours before I was hard again. I wanted to stroke myself, but he said to wait till later. He put all my clothes in the washing machine, so I was left with nothing to wear. I wrapped myself with a towel and went up front. We sat on the couch watching tv. He has volunteered to serve in the Confederacy Civil Service, also as a Sub-Decurion and must also select two concubines from among the pool. His experience as a concubine, although briefer than Decurion McFadden’s, will benefit the efficient operation of this local Civil Service bureau.“Sub-Decurion Figueroa is now instructed to evaluate concubines from among the pool to select two and further reduce the stock, after which he will be assigned a new pod to which he will relocate at the end of. . with humans, I was granted one last mission to determine whether I would leave the Guard in honor or shame." Well at least that's taken care of," Jon said, still reeling about the ungratefulness of the Imperial Guard. "Might be my last mission, too – at least for a while – but Starfleet would never kick out a captain for losing a ship to a superior attacker." Your last mission?" That's the reason for my 'illness'," Jon admitted and tipped his finger against his temple. "I'm having a rough.