It was a testament to her control – a control born of many tests at the hands of her Mistress – that she was able to move without slipping and all...wing the orgasm that she so desperately wanted to escape. But she held back, knowing that if she didn't her Mistress would punish her – and that if she did she would most likely (though not certainly) be rewarded.Her Mistress had walked quite a ways in front of her, not waiting for her slave to catch up. Fighting to control her ragged breathing, Eve. These conflicting reports on herfamily was starting to piss her off. She needed to find out more abouther brother before she could piece this conspiracy together and then shewould destroy her cruel mother.It was pretty late so she settled into her apartment for the night. Ithad been a long trying day but she found out a lot, and she had a lotmore questions than answers as a result. She laid down in her soft bedand drifted off almost as soon as her head hit the soft pillow.The boy was clear in. Snores came in a series of grunts as she was dead to the world.“What are we going to do? The Principal is going to expel us for good this time, Mom is useless, we have to do all the work around here. We have to do something, Mum can’t help us or herself, any ideas?”Bonnie and Marcie both agreed they were tired of doing housework, never having any spare money to themselves because their mother kept buying bottles of alcohol. Richard, the quieter one of the boys muttered, “Might have to do yard. . Cyn never moved from her post on the cabin top ... motored to a dock. The dog jumped off, his handler nodded in passing. I struck the Q flag and hoisted our courtesy Australian flag. The Port man stayed on board. I began my duties ... shutting down the engine, electronics and gathering the bags of trash that accumulate during a 17 day passage and generally straightened up paperwork and retrieved a mite of dosh from the safe.A long van stopped at the pier and a passel of brightly dressed.