The matron gasped as if shocked and horrified, but it was so pale and fake that Doxi had no trouble seeing through it.  She leaned forwards kissing at Doxi's face, "No no no, not that, please not that!  Spare us please."  She reached down between her legs and gripped the stiff cock positioning it at the moist entrance to her sex.  "I'll do anything you say, just don't do that."<br/><br/>Then she slowly slid down, wiggiling her hips as she worked Doxi's fat futacock into her sex.  For an older woman, someone who'd given birth, she was shockingly tight.   She was moist, but not exactly wet.  Certainly nothing like way her younger crewmates had gushingly wet cunts.  She gasped and panted as she forced her body down onto Doxi.  Then pressed her palms against the wall behind her,  "I'm cooperating captain.  You cad, I'm forced into doing whatever you wish."<br/><br/>Despite her words, which sounded like protestations, her hips were rocking slightly, as if she was brushing her clit against the hard hot cock inside of her.