Dana brought her hands up and held Miya's face. She searched her eyes and then pulled Miya to her. She kissed Miya with the same type passionate kiss ...'d given her. Miya hands were fondling Dana's butt cheeks and Dana moved her legs apart a little bit. This allowed Miya's fingers to explore Dana's crack, all the way up to her cunt lips. Dana's hands were busy trying to touch every bit of exposed skin on Miya. Up and over her shoulders, down her back, and then up her spine she went. Dana had one. It's all very well to fantasize about keeping a couple of nubile sisters chained and ready to satisfy most sexual demands but the reality is a bit different. A lot of time is taken up administering the needs of sex-slaves. Time which could be spent profitably doing something else. They have to be fed and watered, kept clean and well-groomed and maintained in a secure environment. The possibility of one getting away means constant supervision by the 'owner'. In my case this meant my studies in. She was small, maybe 85 or 90 lbs and perhaps five feet tall. Her breasts were just beginning to develop and caused slight swells under her t-shirt. She had small hands with long slender fingers. She exuded a sexuality that I had never detected before. I smiled to myself as I realized that one day she would break many hearts that would desire her but never have to opportunity to possess her. I was indeed fortunate to discover her. My hands traced down the side of her face and along her jaw. The sun was out today and even though it was only early spring and you really needed a coat to go out, it was still nice to drive in the shade afforded by a phalanx of pine trees. I’d have opened the window to see if I could smell them, but our driver’s aftershave had put my olfactory sense out of commission for the day.“Mountains...” giggled Melody. Even people from the Caribbean who have grown up in Parisian slums are less impressed by mountains than this Dutch boy. Our highest mountain used.