I realized that I was wearing a very pretty nightie and matching panties.I hoped, beyond hope, that what was to be seen under those panties wentalong ...ith the rest of my new body. The last I remember looking or havinganything to do with that part of my body was when I went into the men'sbathroom, just prior to the start of services last night. I had to pee,and did so that time, like any normal boy. Even with the Queen Esthercostume on, I was still wearing boys' underpants, had to use the. And thank you for the swat.” Bounty smiled at Sara. “Babe I like this girl she knows how to be proper.” She motioned for Sharon to sit on the couch in the middle then her and Sara sat on either side of her.” “Yes, she does now I wonder what else she is willing to do besides be proper.” Sara began to stroke Sharon's smooth legs. “I will do anything you want me to ma’am; I have only two limits, I will not do scat or blood. That is over the top for me. But all other kinks I am. Exiting the building, there was a limousine waiting. Could this get any worse? The attention this will cause if someone sees me get in will be as subtle as a sledgehammer upside one’s skull. The chauffer, a well-built man who appeared to be in his late forties with peppered hair dressed in a black suit opened the door. Abigail let me in first and then she followed. Once seated, she remarked, ‘To the Dunesbury Hotel, Smythe,’ as the driver shut the door. ‘Why the hotel and not my home?’. “This is a staysail barge,” I pointed to the rust-red sausage of sail cloth dangling from the fore-stay. “Some barges have a bowsprit, which can be raised to make more space in harbour, then lowered when sailing to carry another sail.” I pointed at the next feature. “Anchor windlass. Hard work. Behind you can see the anchor chain, what we call ‘flaked down’ so it’ll run out easily when we need it. There,” I pointed again, “fo’c’sle hatch. That’s where the mate and sometimes a Third Hand live..