Tell me about your work. Tell me about your sister. You know, tell me more about yourself."Sherry surprised me again when she said, "My sister looks e...actly like me."I asked, "Exactly like you?" Well, all except for the boy/girl part. We're twins." Twins?" Yeah, twins. Mary is ten minutes older than I am, so she claims she's my big sister. Wait till you meet her, she is gorgeous and much better built than I am." Now that's hard to believe." I said.Our conversation continued throughout the two. I pulled my head back as far as it would go, but the pillows and bed wouldn't allow me to get too far. I whimpered and moved my head as I felt his spit hit my lips. He smiled again at the look of disgust on my face."I'm your Master bitch, and you are my whore!"I wanted to speak, but I didn't want his saliva to run into my mouth. He nodded and laughed."Guess I found a way to shut you up. But I have an even better way."I looked back at him in surprise and wonderment. He stood up, and took his. Well, there wasn't anything I could do here so I went and caught up my horses and gear. By the time I got back the ladies were a little more settled and had put some robes or such on but I could still see quite a bit of their assets and they weren't lacking any of the good ones that I could see. The tall one was absolutely gorgeous with long blonde hair, hazel eyes, and a statuesque figure I could drool over and planned to. I knew she was a natural blonde from a peek I took when I had the. The school was a thirty minute ride from Shoreside Park, requiring the bus to travel over the causeway from the barrier island community across the bay to the mainland where the regional school district maintained its high school for grades nine to twelve.Paul Wilcox, fellow surfer, Shoreside park resident, senior class varsity surfer and the current object of Waif's romantic fantasies sat directly behind the trio. "Waif, don't get too upset with the kids at school when you meet them. You are.