He touched his new breasts. They felt real, soft and pliable. His heart was in his throat. He didn't understand. He remembered little of the night be...ore. Just short flashes of what had taken place since the beating. He felt the difference in his ass too. He got off the bed and stood up. It was much larger, fuller. When he stood, he felt odd around his crotch. His hand did not find what he expected to. In panic, he pulled off the nightie and panties. It was when the nightie came over his. ”“Thank you, sir.”“Now, run off and grab some lunch and meet me over there at four bells.”“Aye aye, sir.”In the afternoon, Andy had the pleasure of rowing Lt. Foster out to the Adelaide, where their gig was tied to a chain and they clambered aboard.“Sailor!” Foster roared as soon as they stood on the deck.“Sir!”“Are you on watch?”“No, sir.”“Where’s the officer of the watch?”“I don’t know, sir. I work in the engine room.”“Well, find someone.”“Yes, sir.” He trotted off.Foster turned to Andy.. Warm, strong hands played up his flat, smooth belly and onto his well developed chest. Fingers gently tweaked his tiny nubs and he sighed as pleasure shot through his body, seeming to reverberate and intensify as it did so. His whole body was one large sexual organ; he felt like a giant cock being licked to explosion or a massive butthole receiving an army of men all at once. His brain was confused and over stimulated. What sensation was he to concentrate on? The probing tongue that electrified. It is Vanessa checking to see if her friend is ready to leave. You brush your hair back with your face turning red when she tells Vanessa that she is spending the night. You try to contain your smile as you bite your lip and go to check on your guest. Most of the women have either left or have gotten too drunk and chose a spot to lay on your couch as the sleep off the alcohol and fun.You lock the door after Vanessa leaves and decide to grab a piece of cake and the rest of the bottle of liquor..