As qucikly as he started he stopped and removed his hand, OK good I thought ,he had his little fun now hes satisfied, but then I felt him slide his ha...d up my back and in a flash pulled the string on my bikini,now it was loose, both his hand immediatly went back under my top and started caressing my boobs again,this time skin on skin,he was feeling my nipples and playing with my boobs, god it felt nice, a few drinks, the sun shining down the perfect scenario. I could also feel him wiggling his. I squeaked, trying not to pull away, wanting to keep my hair. ‘Just what in the hell do you think you are doing??’ He demanded. I tried for a sweet, sl**py look, stalling for time, wondering just what in the hell I WAS doing, and how I was going to explain this. ‘ I…. uh… I… Good morning, Master’, I managed to stammer. I tried not to look at His eyes, so filled with anger. ‘Give me your hand… NOW’, He demanded. I tried to casually wipe my fingers on the sheets as I withdrew my hand. His. Has Eric sent them back yet?" I asked."Yes, they are here. I put them in the pre approved file until we needed them," Jason replied."Go through the list and pick out the 30 who look the best, then have Roseanne call and find out if they still want jobs. Get them interviewed as soon as possible, pay their plane tickets to BWI if you have to and pick them up from there," I replied.There was almost a chorus, "What have you got on your mind - what are you planning?" the group asked me."We have to. Of course I knew she would never mention it, but then, she needn’t to. I saw her face when I first walked into the kitchen. It wasn’t disappointment, not exactly that. She was merely mortified over barging in on me and putting her own mind into a whirlpool of cacophonic thoughts. I looked at dad and satisfyingly noted that he had been oblivious to our little exchanges of shame and discomfort. “So, dad…” I couldn’t help myself. Why would mum and I be the only ones in distress? “What are you.