Weights were added to each end of the bar squeezing my tits turning them into purple mushrooms. Weights were then just stacked on top of each breast p...essing them into the bench squeezing them as flat as they would go. It fascinated the guys that I was able to endure such torture. The alarm was sounded. Someone was coming towards the locker room. I knew we were getting too loud. The weights were quickly removed as I jumped up to hide in a cabinet where the weights and other equipment were. A redheaded flight attendant was justpulling the privacy curtain closed around the elderly man's chair across theaisle. The other six attendants were moving into the passenger compartment,and everyone but him seemed to have known this was part of the package. Hewas in so far over his head it wasn't funny. "Surprise me," he told her finally. Tiffany grinned and stood up, grabbing the edge of the curtain. They'd toldher to take special care of him, and she knew what that meant. "Oh, I will,". "Not necessarily. The doctor said you should have a dose AT LEAST every two hours. He said that more often than that would be even more beneficial." He paused as he looked at me. I'm sure he could see me looking at him with adoring eyes as he sat contentedly in his easy chair. "Are you ready for more, son?" he asked as he reached for the knotted belt of his robe. I couldn't even answer as I watched mesmerized as he undid the loose knot and tossed the ends of the belt to each side. I could feel. Only that it didn’t happen.I did make a friend though, kinda.Ken.I didn’t actually know what he looked like. I was on the Local Chat rooms one day, and he messaged me. I’m quite internet savvy- I knew the cost of being a girl online meant that I’d get dick pics or disgusting messages from some men, soliciting for sex. One of them was a nearby neighbour! I hope his wife was aware of his behaviour.Anyways. Ken. He wasn’t like that, thankfully. We talked for a few weeks already. A whole lot of.