Ann was beautifully dressed in a short denim skirt,dark stockings, and a peach colored midriff top thatshowed off her flat, tanned tummy and her sexy ...avel.Her hair was still damp, mine was wet. The best part ofliving in Las Vegas is that your hair dries quickly,especially in the summer. Mom was wearing one of her sensible dresses, andcarrying a nylon bag that I assumed held her exercisestuff. Tonight was Thursday, and she went to the gymevery Tuesday and Thursday night. She herded us intothe. Once the door was closed there was an awkward silence and nobody moved. Lisa could tell the guys were unsure if this was going to happen, so she decided if she wants to get back to her wedding without being missed she would have to start things off. She slowly dropped to her knees and said “who’s first?”. The guys smiled, unzipped their trousers and moved towards the kneeling bride in front of them. Their cocks were nothing special, average in size. Lisa moved her head forward to take the first. From the masthead came the call, "Freighter just in sight. Looks to be passing to our starboard ... three hundred feet." What in the hell is that?" asked the Chief in command of the motor launch."My son, Artturi," Wendy said."Where is he?" Up the mast ... he's our lookout. Later in the day, the sun will have warmed the cloud enough to dispel the fog and we can sail," I said.The thump-thump-thump of the propeller was plainly heard. A few seconds later, the boat began rocking from the wake. "Brenda was confused by the talk of a Mistress, but went with the girl. Entering a frightful looking dark room filled with strange and scary things, she was panting by the time she was introduced to the fabulous Dominatrix waiting for her. "Come in Brenda, put the shoes down and remove your dress." Brenda flushed as she did so, standing in her new undies in front of this beautiful but frightening woman. Sylvia undid the knot in the laces and started tightening and retying them as she talked to.