Her eyes opened, fear in them. Fear to once again hope."What do you mean?" she whispered. Nona gently lowered the girl's fists, placing them in her la... with no resistance. She smiled, using her best bed side manner."Just let me check, Cathy. I'm a Doctor."Or, at least, she played one in this reality. Not sure, exactly, what she was doing, Nona placed her hands on the girl's right leg, just below the knee. She could feel the withered limb under her pants. Running her hands down, even not seeing. My colour was white to match my Ash blonde hair, mums were black to match hers and Tina’s was red to match hers. Our outfits consisted of rubber leggings/stockings with rubber garter belts and a rubber bustier without any bra cups and of course the obligatory colour matched high heels . Add to this the nipple rings were also colour coded and the rings in the girl’s cunts matched their chosen colour whilst the rings through my cock did the same to me. We all had weights that were hung from the. The only times that wasn’t true is if there might be some reason that Mr. R felt I shouldn’t be (a particular guest onboard, perhaps) or when customs officials might come onboard rather than us going to them which can happen going into small airports like the island.I got a lot of questions about that and how I felt about it and how much did it turn me on, and did it lead to sex on the plane, and … the more the questions, the more graphic they were becoming. Tim admitted that, yes, sex on the. ”“You’re my friend,” she pointed out.“Yes,” I said, “Of course I am, I’m so sorry.”“I said ‘don’t be sorry’,” she repeated, “But I didn’t think we were like this.”“We haven’t been,” I said, “We aren’t. I’ve always thought you were pretty, but I’ve never really reacted like this before. You’re my friend. I love you. I’m sor-”“STOP! Stop saying that!” she exclaimed.I sat down on the bed. I was a bit scared right now. Our friendship had been one of the main constants in my life for over ten years..