"I don't like it ,Mother,but I guess we deserve it," Meghan said,there was fear in her voice."There is no 'guess' about it ,girl,face the wall, you in...olent upstart!" the Abbess said.As Meghan turned to face the wall she again felt a pang of jealousy as she watched the Abbess doing her work on Harry's bare bottom.Then Harry's torment ended,at least for now and it was Meghan's turn to place herself over the lap of the Abbess who was breathing heavily and rubbing the palms of her hands together. We hurry."Our breakfast arrived and we shared it, along with some of the tropical fruit. Lamai said she had to leave for a few minutes to change clothes. I took the time while she was gone to load a new roll of film in my camera.When Lamai returned, she was wearing a long, maroon, silk sarong skirt with a lighter-colored maroon, long-sleeved, paisley print silk blouse. She had on a pair of high-heeled sandals. She didn't wear any makeup, but I thought she radiated a wholesome, girl-next-door. Where McKinsey was assertive and well versed in social graces and values, Nguyen was quiet and relaxed. He appeared to be very comfortable with remaining in the background and working with his team.After everyone finished a passable chocolate mousse and coffee, Kozlowski gently dismissed Nguyen and McKinsey with, "Well, I should be getting back to the bridge. I suggest that the two of you get settled in and familiarize yourselves with our small ship. Although, with your pods being transferred. On the other side of the door, I heard the hum of excited conversation and the occasional clinking of glasses. Helplessly, my mind wandered back to my trapped sexuality, which ached for relief unlike never before. I knew Mistress was out there, having fun, probably thinking about me tied, waiting for her in silent, horny frustration. Why did I agree to this? Why do I enjoy this? I thought Mistress was going to release me this morning. After all, today had been marked on the calendar as my 'day.