The last announcement, before it went silent, was that they were being boarded and ordering the crew to resist.Pan was exultant. If the ship was being... assaulted, it almost had to be Union troops or pirates. In either case, it was an opportunity for him to sew some mayhem.A crash from somewhere down the long corridor behind him made Pan spin, and almost lose his balance as he unconsciously tried to stabilize himself with his missing leg. It was still several hatches back, but it sounded like. ”They glare at me.“Could I do the washing up?”“Pot washer’s done it.”“Wait tables for you later then.”“I wait tables,” the woman yells, pointing at herself. “Me! Not some cute little tranny whore getting all my tips.”I suddenly remember the cab fares I’ve worked off, saving a fortune and getting my pussy filled. Lifting my chin, I smooth the front of my little blue dress, and toss my sweet bobbed hair.“There must be something I can do,” I pout.The chef and the woman exchange a look. Some. Maria asked would I like a cold drink. I somehow manage to say that would be nice; she stood up and headed for the kitchen this gave me the time to adjust my cock; but just as I had unzipped and had my hand in my boxers adjusting it Maria walked back in about to ask me would I like ice in my drink.There I stood jeans down to my knees, boxers pulled down, cock in hand making myself comfortable; she just stopped dead and stared, one hand moving to her crutch as her tongue ran along her lips.“That. Sweetheart, just touching you has put me on edge." She didn't say anything. She just started applying soap to my body. Directly from her body. She rubbed her back into my chest with that almost bare butt clenching at my cock. She transferred the soap from her legs to my legs and from her chest to my back, rubbing me up and down with her hands. "Oh, Renee," I moaned. "I'm going to have to wash out my suit." Here, lover. Better to make a mess on the wall instead of in your pants." She pulled the.