"I use June now, June Cole." You're using your kid sister's married name?" I asked."I have June's blessing to use her identity to work here, a legit n...me.She's not working at the moment, and we look almost identical on ourdriver's licenses. I opted to pay Dutch income taxes on my jobapplication, the cruise line's country of registry, so I'm not evadingAmerican income taxes, since I don't intend to return to the States aslong as there are those criminal charges pending. I wish I could, but. For some reason it was more fun to fuck her like this – with the fear of getting caught, with the fear of being seen. It was more fun to fuck her like this than to fuck her when no one was home and we were both alone. I fucked her in almost all the rooms, in the bathroom and the kitchen. We fucked in a rented apartment once but this was the best. The risk added an edge to it and increased the pleasure. I wasn’t sure if she was feeling it as well but she was having a really good time as I could. Being forbidden to see Master and being ignored by him, sometimes for several days, is the most painful punishment I can receive. At the heart of my submission to my Master is, of course, that my body belongs entirely to him and is his to use as and when he sees fit. As a slave I am expected to keep my body ready to be used at all times. All my body hair must be removed and I must always be, of course, scrupulously clean. I always wear skirts, not trousers, and am forbidden from wearing panties. You slide in beside me, moving up against my naked body. You snuggle my neck, breathing in deeply, smelling my arousal, "Mmmm, someone is..."You grasp my head in your hands and pull me to your face, your mouth on mine, silencing my words. Our tongues meet and fiercely swirl, fighting to a draw for dominance.You slide your hand across my breast, down my belly and drag finger tips hard through my silky hair. I spread my legs, and your fingers glide over my clit, and I jerk with darts of pleasure..