When I was dried off, my aunt wrapped my hairin a towel so she could make it 'look nice' after I got dressed,hung the wet bath towel over the rod, and...stood me on the bathmat. I began to protest when she grabbed the scented, women'sbody powder, but she began dusting me with the sweet smellingpowder anyway. In a tone that indicated that she rapidly losingpatience with me, she said that perspiration would also ruin theuniform, and that the powder and extra strong deodorant wouldhelp to keep me. These strips were designed for holding loose tools. The worker simply stuck them to their arm as they used another tool. Thin cords attached to each tool and they could be clipped to the loops that also ran down the top of their sleeves.The strips on their butts, knees, forearms and palms, let them cling to the ship as they worked. The ones under the toes and heels let them walk on the hull. Lee and Abe also had special tool belts that had strips inside the pouches, so the tools and small parts. I moaned even more as she inserted two fingers and fingered me hard and painfully. I was wondering what has gotten into her...She straightened me up and turn around so I leaned on the table with my tied hands and burning ass. Even though I was crying hard from the pain she went even further by whipping my tits. And no, it was not an erotic arousal type but the real painful mark-leaving type of whipping.I was begging with my eyes to stop. I doubt that it was the reason but more pain for me as. I am… interested… I just… I don’t know why you make me feel so nervous!’ She laughed slightly as she admitted that, but she was lying… she knew exactly why he made her so nervous… because of the things she’d imagined while staring into his golden eyes! Wondering what he looked like beneath that uniform… wondering how it would feel to be held in his strong arms… kissed by his sexy, masculine lips… lying beneath his massive, hard body… her legs wrapped around him… the images went on and on… and.