What was happening? I hadn’t a clue. It felt challenging. I had to let go and be in the moment. What was going to happen next. On impulse... I reached out with my other hand and pulled her towards me. My gentle kiss greatly changed the momentum. She smiled, and in a soothing tone said: “Are you finally starting to wake up and be here with me?”I laughed and responded: “I’ve had many dreams. I desperately wanted something, but hadn’t a clue what it was.”She pulled me into a. . there's more." What do you mean?" Katrina asked."I want you to make me do things... you know... tie me up and pee in my face. Call me dirty names and make me feel really dirty!"Karen hissed out a breath. It had taken all of her courage to say it but she had gotten it out. Katrina rolled over to face her, a look of mild surprise on her face."You want to be a real toilet slave?" she asked seriously."Yes! I do! I want to do it! I need to!" Karen admitted. "At least for one night."Katrina laughed. Your breath is steady and deep as you hold me. Your eyes open and you look at me. Too wide! You pull away suddenly, and I am caught by surprise. You slip away, and run. I pull on the wooden beams as I pursue you, catapulting through the door. There's a ladder down to the hold, and you jump steps to the bottom. It's cooler, and much darker. Your skirt swishes as you duck beams and barrrels. I'm following, watching, hunting. I want you, yet you run from me. Neither of us know the ship. You turn a. ... “That’s fine Steve, it’s a great surprise. Oh and remember, when there’s no on else around it’s Ricky not Mr K. or sir. Thanks for bringing her up Steve.”With that he said his goodbye to my “mother” and as he backed out of the door, I noticed that he sneakily checked her out. And I couldn’t blame him, Barbara had her hair tied up in a bun, a tailored white satin style blouse on, that really showed off her tits, a tight fitting, just above knee length, black skirt that hugged her hips and.