<a class="link link--external" href="https://images.newindianexpress.com/uploads/user/imagelibrary/2020/5/20/w1200X800/Ruby_Rose_AP.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Jaxx Herd</a>with "Tug Boat"<a class="username" data-user-id="33696" data-username="@Black_Out" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/33696/">@Black_Out</a>and Android<a class="username" data-user-id="18963" data-username="@TheCorsair" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/18963/">@TheCorsair</a><br/><br/>"Might be that ugly mug of yours, what the hell happened to you anyway?"  Jaxx wasn't known for her subtlety, the big guy had a sense of humor though, at least he shouldn't bore her.  That was the main challenge on these deep space jumps, the boredom.  Stasis took the worst of it, but it still was a couple of conscious weeks before having much of anything substantial to do.  Of course that made sex a much more valuable commodity.  The forge troops would do PT and clean weapons, and stuff like that.  Jaxx was already fairly read up on the station, she didn't have much to do until they got there, they might have an update when they came out of stasis but it would be more waiting then.  So having an entertaining crew was a plus, though what Jaxx considered entertainment, others considered sadism.  She wouldn't let the big guy fuck her, but she might fuck him, which to many wasn't much of a difference but to Jaxx it was a matter of strong sexual preference.  More important to her than gender or certainly affection.<br/><br/>As Tug Boat declined the android blowjob for fear of losing his junk it made Jaxx curious.  Speaking to the android she asked.  "Is that right, have you ever bitten a wee wee off, pinky sized or otherwise?"  She kept her voice as serious as if she were giving her a calendar reminder.