There seemed to be no signs of life from our bed room. Maybe she was still sleeping. I had forgotten to set up the coffee pot, so I grabbed a glass OJ... went back to my quarters for my brief case and headed out for breakfast at a diner about half way between home and the plant.Just after lunch I got a text from Clarissa "home fr dinner???"I sent one back "Y". There was no way I could totally avoid her and maybe it wouldn't be so bad. I had calmed down a lot. Hopefully she would not bring up the. The warm beach breeze carrying the fragrance of the wet sand had engulfed the room. As they entered the room, he grabbed her by her waist and picked her petite body and kissed her. She always liked being picked and carried to bed. It made her feel small and secure.He whispered in her ear, "Go wear that short skirt which I had ordered you to buy earlier, slave. I want to train you in something special today. Consider this as my gift for your birthday."These words were more than enough to make. Once the meal was completed and the table was cleared, they lingered at the table, sipping their coffee. “So,” said her mother, “I understand that you have a new hobby.”Kathleen immediately blushed, recognizing what her mother was referring to. “Yes, I suppose so.”“I think that’s wonderful. You must be a beautiful slavegirl.”Kathleen stiffened and immediately glanced at her brother, not knowing how he would react. When she saw him grinning back at her, however, she knew that he was aware of the. After waiting for some time when I was sure that she is sleeping well I again put my hand on her breast. Slowly I started caressing them gently and to my joy today they felt very soft and nipples can also be felt over the thin nylon gown. I continued to enjoy them for a while and then took my hand to her lower part. Her gown was already parted to her thighs by its own. I gently put my hand towards her pelvic area and to my surprise she was not wearing her panty.Again a big surprise came to me,.