‘Why not?’ asked Maisie who felt she’d done something very naughty and didn’t like being told off for it. On this occasion both Emma and Mais...e’s mother were adamant that Maisie shouldn’t watch so closely, and indeed the whole of the rest of the evening was spoilt. Maisie started crying and retreated to her room leaving the other two looking both guilty and upset. She lay in bed, naked as always, sobbing into her pillow. ‘What did I do wrong?’ she asked herself. A little later, Emma came up. "Except for the lack of underwear," she needlessly but luridly pointed out, being the incorrigible tease I now knew her to be. She tossed her dress and panties onto the clothing pile she'd allocated earlier.I did notice, however, that now, rather than return to her cross-legged position on the floor, she opted to kneel at the coffee table beside her friend, ensuring the nothing was visible "up skirt" so to speak. Definitely she was willing to play along with the fairly slow pace we'd all. Alas, he had been near ready to give up the idea of such a quick shipboard conquest of this lush, young American beauty... and now Madame Fate had dealt him an exciting hand. Ravishing, absolutely ravishing! Mon Dieu, he must play these cards carefully, cautiously, for the good Madame Fate seldom extended a second opportunity.Janet told him all, holding back nothing, surprising herself at her uninhibited divulgence of even the more lurid details to this tall, slender, debonair appearing man. ?Yes you?re wonderful.??Chapter The hair dryer started in the bathroom,a door opened to the side. Keane smiled as he rolled over and looked at Mishastanding next to the bed setting a tray down on the bedside table. He took ahandkerchief and looked at him. ?She was a virgin, record it.? Keane enjoyedwatching as Misha used the handkerchief to collect the blood from between herlegs. Reverently Misha folded it and set it in a box. Keane lifted his arms and foldedthem behind his bed watching as.