I felt myself relaxing, her hand still on my knee and Mike’s leg touching more and more of mine. As the restaurant filled, the noise grew and our ta...le had several smaller conversations going on at once. We ordered dinner and drinks. I downed my wine in two swallows and asked Beth to order me another one. ‘Beth.’ I placed my hand on hers. ‘I am going out for a smoke.’ I picked up my purse from between my feet. Attempted to hold the slightly too big sweater closer so it didn’t gap and show my. I rubbed suntan oil all over my grandma's back with smooth, soft motions. "Be sure to get under the strap, I don't want tan lines." She reached back and unclasped her bra.I rubbed my hands up and down her back. My erection was getting worse. It was peeking out the bottom of my trunks and it was almost touching my grandma's ass. I got lost in my lust and my hands wandered from her back around to the sides of her tits. I let my fingertips linger a little on the edge of her large breasts. "Thank. It's been a long trip."Do you speak English, Francesca?" Vanessa asks."Yes, a little." You understand where you are and what is happening, don't you?"Was that a sob? Is Francesca crying?"You're to work for me until you've paid off your transport, fees and documentation costs. You understand that, don't you?"Francesca nods. Definitely trying to hold back tears."Good girl."Vanessa likes calling them "girls". Her girls. It makes her feel important. Powerful. Sexy."Take off your clothes, Francesca.. "Destiny starts unfolding the tent, begins to cover herself and comments, "You seem to be well prepared for this."I hastily answer, "He who is not prepared for today, will be less so tomorrow."She answers, "Did your grandfather teach you that wisdom?"I reply, "Not formally in those exact words, but he did hammer home the need to be prepared for anything. The Marines refined and reinforced the teachings of my Grandfather."She continues with her questions, "So, does the mylar tent shield our body.