Do you ever touch them?" I asked."Yes, sometimes. I like to pretend it's one of the boys. It's OK to do that, isn't it?" Of course, silly. Show me."Sh... crossed her legs for balance. I looked at the crotch of her panties and she had a wet spot. She reached up and cupped both beasts in her hands. She ran her fingers and palms over them and fondled her nipples."Your nipples are hard. Cool." I wish I could reach them with my mouth and suck on them. I can't, so I pretend it's Jimmy or one of his. Suddenly he is awake. He sitsup and grabs his shoulder, wincing at the throbbing pain. He's momentarilydisoriented as he looks around, and then he remembers - the crawl across thesand, the dark area of stone, the snake. He sees the snake, still wrappedaround the tilted white post, still looking at him.He reaches up and feels his shoulder, where it hurts. It feels slightly wet.He pulls his fingers away and looks at them - blood. He feels his shoulderagain - his shirt has what feels like two. After serving the adults the two teens knelt in the sand beside me. I would reach over and feed the girls pieces of food from my plate. This means of serving had been hotly discussed earlier. The girls had envisioned some type of communal Hawaiian luau. I had ultimately vetoed that idea. The matter was completely resolved now as both chatted unabashedly with our guest only to pause to open their mouths to lick an offered morsel from my fingers. I thought Kimberly consumed her own food rather. I understand that men like you are looking for eternalobedience from their slaves. If you have a girl who knows that this isher position in life, sooner or later, she's going to want out. Whetheror not she can actually get out is another matter. But if she arrivesat a point where she no longer lives to serve with all her heart, whatis the point?"She continued, "My girls never know they are actually mindless sexslaves for older men. I train them so they think they are exchangestudents.