"There was a loud bang and a sudden jerking motion to the normally stabledeck. Both mother and son listened for a second, waiting to hear thedreaded h...iss of escaping air. Hearing nothing out of the ordinary, themother continued, knowing that the sturdy ship would hold for a moment."As I was saying, I guess that I'll just have to trust you to keep yourword." I will Mom. Honest," the young girl said sincerely as she slowly stoodup. Her son's female body was as tall as she was, with long. Annahelped him put on a matching bra then she put the breast forms in thecups. Once she had properly set them in place she gave him some clothes to tryon to complete the look. He put on a short denim skirt and a tank topthen put the heels back on. When he stood up the added weight feltstrange to Steven and forced him to walk around even more awkwardly thanbefore. He hobbled over to the mirror and was surprised at how good his bodylooked. Although his body hair somewhat ruined the image his. His hairy arsehole was intermittently on view as he squirmed about. It wasn't the target area but it sure was enticing. There was the promise and allure of more wild sex treasure there, for sure. I lashed the fourth stroke down, laughing with delight at his undisguised misery. He groaned loudly and muttered something foreign that I just couldn't catch. After all, I wouldn't recognise the French word for "bastard" now would I?I was half-tempted to make the final couple of strokes diagonal. A little cliché, he thought. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail that ended right between her shoulder blades. She fidgeted, shifting her weight from one stiletto heal to the other as she waited for his next instruction. Her picture on the bondage classified site didn’t do her justice. He felt a little stirring in his lap and decided it was time to get started.“Drop the coat. Go over to the bed. Put on the collar first.”Without hesitation, she did as she was told. She held the end of.