The rest of the night was spent on the standardsleepover activities, playing with different hairstyles, discussingvarious fashions, and of course doin... our nails. As the wine keptflowing, we ended up back on the subject of boys. We talking aboutcelebrity men, boys on campus, boys from our home towns that we hadcrushes on when we were younger, it went on and on. Then, Rachel startedtalking about her sexual experiences with men and the rest of us werevery ashamed to admit that we were still. There was a building attached to the museum which said change rooms, so they walked towards that. They could see a clay road next to the building which seemed to lead towards the beach but as they neared the change room, they saw a passage way straight through the building so they followed it.As they walked out the far side of the building they saw the beach about thirty feet below the hill the building sat on. To their left they could see many old buildings on a wharf next to a small harbour;. The Clothes Line was a consignment shop, rather than a thrift store. As soon as I made it through the door, my camera came out. It was not large, but the array of bright colors was breathtaking. Francine would be jealous. It was the sort of place that deserved a whole afternoon, but I could spare 15 minutes tops. Since Trina had come in with me, I sent her to find accessories in white. I then asked the owner what she had for my size, knowing it was unlikely. I assumed she would try a sarong or. " "Yes, Mistress you were so right and he is so wonderful in bed." Did you cum?" "Yes, multiple times, multiple times!" Celeste giggles. "So you fucked more than once. Good you needed a good cock fuck. You deserved it." "Thank you Mistress." "I see he still here?" "Yes, he fell asleep on top of me, his cock was still inside me." "In the bedroom?" I hear them walking towards me and pull up the sheet."Sir, this is Karen, my Mistress." "Mistress?" Karen replies, "Yes, I have been Celeste's.