" Is he?" I mused. "Ok, drop shields." Captain you can't," said Erin. "What if." What if he shots us," I finished for her. "It's a chance we are going... to have to take. Drop shields." He scanning us now," whispered Erin."Ok, hold tight," I encouraged."He's got into the computer now," wailed Erin. "Captain please."She was only just holding it together."Erin it's fine," said a cool Candy, who placed her hand on Erin's shoulder."May I dock?" said a less than male voice."Please do and welcome," I. "Yeah that's the area" she said approvingly. "Why don't you lift my shirt up a little bit to see if that makes it easier"I slid her shirt up to reveal her still bronzed skin and continued to massage her back. I moved my hands a bit higher near the red bra strap that was covering her skin and continued."Aah that's even better" she exclaimed.Feeling a bit excitable, I decided to take a gamble and unhooked the clasp on her bra strap. I hoped she would approve, but still worried that I could get a. Her muscles again gripped him tight, holding him there for as long as he could remain rigid enough not to slip out.At last, Deborah felt his finger slowly withdrawing from her arse, then as her anal ring snapped shut behind it, she felt John's now only semi-hard cock withdrawing from her soppy cunt, the juices spilling out after him, matting her sparse pubic hair and dribbling down her thighs.John pushed himself up off her back and stood up shakily. For a moment, Deborah just lay flat on the. "And they all wear whites caps and aprons, short black dresses with whites frilly petticoats, garters belts and black hose, with black heels." That's a maids uniform!!" Why would a woman want to wear men's clothes!?!!" Ralph told him. "No wonder you have a hard time keeping maids! Talk about scandals!" Er, I'm a man," Alf hesitantly raised his hand."What!?!!" Oliver Douglas cried in shock again."You want to be a maid!??!" Alf's sister said. "I'll do the tattling to Mom, if you try that!" No!".