“Great,” Bobbi replied.“Use the men’s room,” I countered. “I’ll stand guard.”She looked down the hall and seeing the sign on the ladie...’ room door, she muttered a soft-spoken, “Fuck.”“I’ll stand guard,” I repeated.I could see the wheels turning in her head, trying to decide whether or not she wanted to wait or risk my guarding offer.“Would you?” she pressed.“Sure,” I replied.Bobbi disappeared into the men’s room, and I stationed myself outside the door to prevent any unauthorized entrants.Full. He stepped to the side and allowed me inside. The apartment was dark but for the minute beams that peaked through the vertical blinds, but it was still light enough for him to get a good look at me as I crossed into living room. “Damn, you look good,” he said, drawing out his interjection. He was right. I did look good. I looked fucking great. My long tanned legs were topped by a short pleated leather skirt that was gently lifted by the arc of my ass. My flat stomach was just barely visible. "Maybe so, but it's no reason to get started by thinking the captain is up to something she shouldn't be. Dad always tells us to trust someone until they give us a reason not to," Kim said. "I vote we don't try to hide anything." I'm going to go along with Tom and Kim," Sally said. "I know I wouldn't like it if someone accused me of something I wasn't doing." Okay, I'm convinced," Jack said.Kim and Sally began to talk about the schoolwork they had while Jack went to the family room and returned. She feels vulnerable, but the desire to give herself to the master makes everything feel so special. She had trusted the book, she had trusted in the Big Black and she trusted the master. She doesn’t see any sense not to continue that trust.Tumbling away on the small, circular platform elevator, Kamari position’s herself on her hands and knees. The master centers herself behind the young woman. Soon her hand begin to move, gliding across Kamari’s bare skin, When she starts to moan, the master.