MatarXil found me in the engine room where I’d hidden after putting on a new uniform. I'd not had an accident like that since my metamorphosis when I'd first discovered the pleasures that previously boring body part could bring me.
"She's quite something," the captain stated.
I didn't turn around from the pipe I was hammering into submission. This blunt, physical work was just what I needed right now.
"Havel is cleaning her up, then he'll ask her about her probing experience so that we can submit her statement along with our assignment. I think she enjoyed it, so I'm expecting top marks for us."
I didn't care about grades. What I did care about was that my c**k was already getting hard at the thought of Havel cleaning her between her legs. For our medic, this may have been strictly aca
