I tweaked my hard nipples, left bare by the bustier, and made sure my red-and-blue striped tie fell between my lush mounds.I walked back to the main c...bin, sitting down on a jump seat near the door. Lize—one of my many lovers, and my fellow stewardess—sat down next to me, her large breasts jiggling in her bustier. She wore the exact same outfit I did; our official uniforms that I had chosen last June when Mark and Mary first made us their stewardesses. I had been married then, but I dumped my. ”“Where did you put them?” she asks, her tone serious, showing no sign of amusement.“I took care of them,” he says. “I washed them at the creek and hung them out.”“You didn’t, uh...”“Did I notice the wetness?” he asks. “If you wet the bed sometimes, I completely understand.”The girl’s face burns bright red. “I don’t pee the bed. I, um...”“Look, your secret is safe with me,” the man says, dropping his voice to a whisper. “I was a boy once and I had to hide stuff from my parents too.”“But I’m a. It was also the era of the VHS and inevitably, tapes containing imagery we never understood but were too embarrassed of potential scorn from our mates to admit to not understanding.My burgeoning panty fetish was starting to go into overdrive around this time. We (mainly me) were still lifting girls skirts, and I thought my targets were starting to loose interest as they stopped struggling once their skirts were raised, affording me long unobstructed views of their smalls. I was never really. The rumours of what he was doing to his staff got stranger and stranger as the next ten years passed.In business, he became totally ruthless, and his aggressiveness even lost him several lucrative deals that hit his bottom line hard. The fact that several of his main competitors also had strange accidents had the more legitimate businesspeople backing away from him.After ten years, he decided he needed a new source of income and a change of scene, so he took his ship north from Mineral City to.