She wanted to tell him not to say those things to her, but something wouldn't let her. She knew he was looking at her and she could feel his eyes star...ng at her tightly clad ass, and the backs of her thighs. She bunched the cheeks of her ass."Nice ass, too," Daddy said, his voice slightly thick.Angela wanted to stop her ass from flexing, but it seemed as if her ass cheeks had a mind of their own, bunching, tightening, loosening and moving."Yeah, Angie, you're very good-looking! A real nice set. When we arrived near my campsite, Anna asked, "We go in ocean?" Sure, I responded. Just let me change into my suit."Anna headed back to the camper to change while I went to my tent. It wasn't too long before I spotted her heading my way.There is absolutely no way that I would be able to describe what I saw walking toward me. Just let me say that it was an incredible sight. I cannot imagine how anyone could fill out a bikini better than the woman who was making her way in my direction."Why eyes. I’ve no idea how to persuade these noisy groups that I should go in all alone. Perhaps I’ll need to slink around the back of the house, and pee into the rose garden? Suddenly my phone beeps as a text message comes in. It says “Hi Paul. This is Liz. Becca wants to know if you’ll go out with her. She wants to hang out with you.” So the pixie didn’t think I was a total idiot for running away like that – even though I know that I am. “Definitely,” I type. “Ask if she’ll meet me by the front. Now I knew that a slave could not expect to preserve even the most minimal degree of modesty. She existed solely for the pleasure and convenience of masters, and could expect to be displayed accordingly."Please, Cristina, don't do this to me," I begged. I was rewarded with an electric jolt on my bottom where she slapped me with her riding crop. I gasped."Slaves don't use their mistress's names," she said, and hit me again.I yelped in pain this time and shouted, "I'm sorry, mistress! I'm sorry!".