You look so different, physically, no one would ever guess you were a team. When you are out, in your matching outfits, you look the part. But you are...usually naked, and your clothes don't help."Vonda gestured to their bodies. "There's nothing we can do to change our body types, Master." I know. But there are two things we can do, so people tomorrow will know you belong together."I reached under my chair and pulled out two wide and flat boxes. I gave one to each of my slaves.Vonda looked at the. “Stop acting like a boy” she giggled.“STOP, TRISH!” I burst out and my face ignited red. “You don’t know what it’s like to be me!” I spread my legs and showed her my vagina. “You know this but…” I paused and grabbed my dick “you don’t know this!” she smirked“I know more about dicks then you do, Rache” she pulled out a box with a picture of a long shape on it. “Open it, Rache! Mom wanted me to give it to you” I opened the box and pulled out a long pink dildo, my eyes widened and heart. The last thing I did was have a pair of fighting chairs mounted at the stern corners with high foot rests. four of deep sea fishing rigs finished our preparations. I'd done everything I could, down to replacing the wiper blades on the pilot house windows. We settled down with a few beers on those fighting chairs and relaxed.Come the end of April I was going nuts with nothing to do. The wax on the superstructure had been a supremely bad idea as it peeled away and looked horrible. I polished it. Getting out two tequila glasses, she poured them each 2 oz. of Patron Silver. Bringing the glasses over to the couch, she sat down and laughed as she asked him, ?Come on, what are you waiting for, Slave? Join me.?Of course, with his hands still tightly bound, he couldn’t go far from his prison of the ottoman. But there was just enough slack in the ropes, that he could reach her legs and kneel down before her. ?Good, boy,? she told him as she held the tequila glass to his lips and let him sip on.