“Ok” I stammered. I stood up and took of my T shirt and bra. I then sat down crouching over her lap on my sofa. This placed my tits at her face le...vel. She started to kiss and stroke them, then I felt her tears on them. I pulled away, asking her why she was crying. She had always wanted a big chest and this was as close as she felt she would ever get with short of plastic surgery. I looked down at her, her breasts were small, but in immature way. Being a ballerina, this had stunted her. So, until they were ready to start building the cargo-galley they may as well be improving our ships. Further, I was likely to be one of the men out there depending upon the ship to get home again.If it made any difference to them, I thought that having the fastest, most watertight ships out there would make a difference when we got into trouble. If my ship could take a good hard bumping but the pirates’ ship could not, it gave us an additional tactic to use. If our ship was about to fall apart. You can always take them back if they don’t flatter you.’ ‘No. I couldn’t. Stephanie would kill me.’ She pressed her hand against my chest. She’d made no motion to flee. If anything, she’d inched closer to me. I smelled her floral perfume wafting from the center of her chest. ‘C’mon. I’ve seen you in your swimsuit. How bad could it be?’ ‘It depends on what I try on for you.’ She smiled. The knot on her robe was loosening. She tugged it tight around her waist. ‘Fine. Strip club rules.. She did a lot of twirling her short skirt out to show off her thong briefs. She hadn't bothered with stockings as it was quite warm there. The men at the club were certainly taking an interest in her exhibitionistic displays. I could tell she was getting more and more drunk when she started saying things like 'Look at them, their eyes following me like little puppy dogs. Oh I do love it!' Then she shocked me when she sat down on the bench seat of our booth and lifted her foot up on the seat,.