"But it's not easy to findtwo submissives at the same time, so we're really looking forward to this holiday". I guess the new slaves had a worse week,...but as my anticipation grew it seemedendless. At long last dawned the day when we boarded a small luxury liner tobegin the adventure. We'd only just cleared the harbour when asked to comeon deck. With all the new slaves on board, we'd get our own right away insteadof at the island, and as an extra treat could pick and choose. They were linedup on. The cops had arrested the eighteen-year-old boy, for breaking and entering.When Mrs. Conley had questioned their daughter Maggie, she had found out that Maggie had been having sex with Richard for some months and that he had wanted to have sex with her, which is why he had tried to get in her bedroom.The Conleys were worried that the whole neighborhood, would discover that their daughter was having sex with this boy. Their daughter Maggie had just turned seventeen and Mr. Conley thought that he. She was also in a nightie. I could see her lovely boobs hanging free under it. She smiled at me and spread her legs wide and spread her pussy lips with her fingers, so I could see deep inside her pussy.I had a good look and mouthed "very nice" then motioned for her to close her legs. Her smile widened. She pointed to my pants. I looked down and saw that Carolyn's knickers were poking out of my pocket. I stuffed them back in. She gave me a thumbs up and smiled."Oh, good morning, Molly," Carolyn. She moved towards me like a cat that had cornered its mouse.“Well, of course, it’s not immediately apparent. It’s easy to be overwhelmed by the sheer expanse of… colour. But the maroon is the unknown, it’s danger, it’s v******e. The yellow is home. It’s the lights left on on a dark night. It’s a lighthouse. It’s safety, the familiar.”I hoped that if I blathered on enough she’d not look at the card underneath the painting that said the exact same thing a thousand times more eloquently.“I’m not.