Oh fuck... don't stop, if you love me don't stop." I have to. We have to get ready. You're not supposed to touch yourself. Remember that okay? I haven...t been punished for a couple weeks, and its been nice to feel..." She left it unsaid, she didn't have to say more.My hands and legs were undone and I stood. It took me a second to get my balance, my weight was all different. I almost cried when I looked down at my chest, two big firms tits now jutted out. No denying the changes now.I looked at. Tamsin's mother, Jennifer, had died after a long illness some four years earlier and Henry, who was second officer on a Cruise Liner had felt the need to provide a mother for her, as he was at sea for long periods. In the first couple of weeks after his wife's death the young blonde twenty year old Entertainments Officer on his ship had provided first a shoulder to cry on and then later a body to cling to, and eventually to couple with. In his grief, Henry mistook her cold calculation and his. I’m going to have to figure out if I should move the seat or if I should leave it there.”“Sure,” the elderly man said.Betsy could see bones poking through the pants of the two men. It looked like their knees may have been smashed, too. One of the men had a bloody nose. It looked like his nose had hit the back of the seat in front of him. The other one had a huge bruise in the middle of his forehead. She hoped that neither man had a neck injury.Betsy decided that it would be best to leave them. She was agitated and craved privacy.Once safely behind her office door, she stripped off her lab coat, tossed the iPad on her desk and sighed with relief. She had made it from the locker room without seeing anyone important, anyone who might take note of her excitement, or worse, its embarrassing and inappropriate cause.The 41-year-old registered nurse looked at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. The physical signs were as bad as she had feared. Her blue eyes were.