"No clue as of yet. Inter-ship sensors and comm. lines are down."Preliator began to hear a loud whistling noise above the alarms. He looked all around... the bridge, trying to locate the source of the sound. When he found it, he wished he hadn't. There was a rupture in the bridge hull about two centimeters long, growing rapidly. The whistling was the sound of the bridge being depressurized. He quickly grabbed a metal plate that had broken away from the floor, chucking it at the breach. It was. Frank?s his cell phone camera was focused on her nakedness.???? ?You?respoiling my fun, Mabel,? said Frank repeatedly pressing the image capturebutton.???? ?Stop it,Frank, you old pervert.? She may needmedical attention,? said Mabel.???? ?No, I?mall right, thank you, thank you,? said Stacy closing her shirt.? ?I have to go.????? Stacyturned the key and drove off fighting another wave of nausea.? As she turned out of the parking lot, shecould see the interstate less than half-mile away.? Right. A tube was run out to the airlock and when pressure was equalized, the hatch opened and I went out, through the short tube, and into the ship itself. Everything sealed behind me as I had passed."Gig will depart in two minutes. Shuttle returning in one hour and 30 minutes," I heard over the department intercom."Mr. Connor? If you will follow me, the Captain is waiting for you," a young ensign told me.I nodded and told him to lead the way. He did, and it was a bewildering trip to say the least.. Not many people watch, which he would say that I was lucky to have an owner like him, because nobody has any interest in silly little sissy faggot who only wear pastel satin and lace and sissy satin dresses and exotic lingerie. Real girls, even gay crossdresser had better taste than me and had real big girl clothing to wear for men.I was just eternally naughty and needed constant discipline, and he was the perfect man to keep me under strict control at all times.“Sissies like you need a.