He and Sarah had been spending a fair bit of time together and Don now realised why. Don watched as Sarah turned and walked to the newcomer wrapping h...r arms around him and kissing him with more passion than she had given him in a long while. The man playfully slapped her ass as he pulled the dress off of her body."Rocco's running late, he's only just left Tampa." The man spoke the hint of lust clearly on his voice."That's good, Greg. It should be you that turns him into a cuck first." Sarah. The younger sisters had departed for their own ventures. The twins were working the crowds, distributing samples and marketing their fruity sunblocks. Fortuna had gone off to prepare for her dance in a samba parade scheduled to strut down Ocean Drive later this evening. Boyd and Fabianna relaxed over dinner, conserving their energies. It was prudent to start slow in this long evening that would stretch well past the midnight fireworks show. A commotion up the street got their attention. Drums. How much humiliation will a slave feel if his Mistress wear old jeans and sweater – not even bothered to intimidate him with heels and leather? Hmm?”“A shame,” Fara chipped in, “I was quite looking forward to putting on something like that.”“That can be too, Miss Fara. I am not saying you should not choose such clothing, only you should choose it wisely. Consider the pressure of Fear. How might your look contribute to that? If you consider using items of clothing that will also provide Pressure. .. really don't want to talk about it. I mean, that's almost sex, and I don't want to discuss it with my PARENTS, for Pete squeaks."They looked at each other. Mom leaned over and whispered to Dad. I caught the words "understand" and "masturbating," and wanted to plant my face in the tomatoes."Apricot," Mom said to me, "sometimes, you need to talk to us about things, even if it's uncomfortable. But you seem to have a hold of ... to be hand ... you seem to be dealing with this fine on your own..