Just a nightie.” and giggled. She smiled bright with her eyebrows rising high and said “That’s for the next time. Now leave.” I dressed up com...letely and as we opened the door, her kids rushed to her and asked “What happened? We heard you shouting and screaming.” She said “Nothing. You would have heard something else. I was only talking with this uncle.” The kids stayed silent. We all went down and as the kids started playing she went into the kitchen, I followed her and hugged her from. Sliding into the driver’s seat of the fairly new Mercedes I start the car and drive the 20 minutes to your office. The whole way my stomach is full of butterflies anticipating what your reaction will be. I know that I am taking a risk just showing up but it adds to the excitement. My nipples grow taut when I think of me on my knees before you as you sit in your chair. I pull into a parking spot close to the door of the building, flip open the visor mirror, and double check that all is in place.. What had just happened out there? How could Bria get such a ridiculous boob job? Andrea put a hand subconsciously to her own under-emphasized chest. It was absurd that Bria would get them and it was unacceptable that she would flaunt them around the workplace in that skimpy little sundress making all the other women feel inadequate...No, that wasn’t it. It was inappropriate. Not appropriate for the workplace. Andrea accessed the employee handbook online and searched for backup. It was. It was after-all expected that a Cabin Boy should satisfy his Captain in every way.After dinner however, I found myself on the main deck half-naked and being whipped with the riding crop on my bare arse for the third time in two days due to Holly. She had overslept that morning and the Captain had waited until the evening, and postponed the strip poker games to exact punishment.Fortunately, the crop was passed to Africa and not Holly who was tasked with giving me ten moderately painful swats.