Finally he listened to his phone messages, several that were from colleagues expressing best wishes on his recovery. A few were business related which...he forwarded to Terry's phone.With his housekeeping duties completed, Brian locked up his office and walked to Terry's office in the more elite section of the floor. He was greeted warmly by a couple of people who asked how he was doing and he let them know he was getting better and would see them in a couple more weeks. He finally got to Terry's. ‘so much fucking better babe!’ he panted a little. i french kissed him as he rubbed my ass and started fucking me harder. we fucked like that for a good ten minutes, mmm really in sync fucking like the best of lovers, i rubbed his balls and lowered my dress so he could suck my small but very cute tits. i smiled at him and started grinding really hard and really moving my hips, rubbing his cock all up inside me, and i started sweet talking him ‘that’s it baby, fuck me like you’ve been wanting to. What did that really mean?I woke next morning to the now familiar tones of Sister Sarah telling meto get out of bed and go do my ablutions. I was in the bathroom before Irealised that she was right! I hadn't really noticed my 'restrictions',I was already so used to them.I wondered how I would manage to get used to the next problem, whateverit was.Breakfast came first, of course. Not that there was much of it, asusual. I had my usual make-up tutorial sitting on the terrible chair.Knees and feet. There was no rota or allocated jobs. People mucked in as needed. The only time when responsibility seemed to fall to me was when a) the propeller fouled some rope, and b) the toilet was blocked. Both these jobs were apparently automatically part of my remit. If I couldn’t fix it then we’d have to call up the lead boat and Mike.The first problem, the fouled propeller required underwater swimming, holding breath and using a sharp knife until the rope was cleared. It wasn’t technically difficult,.