He was astounded by her confidence, willpower, and playful personality, He misjudged her when he heard about her. She wasn’t the boss’s grand daug...ter turned city slicker, she was a farm girl at heart and that spirit had never left her. He looked up when he heard her come down the stairs. She had put on flowing cotton tank top, tucked it into some light washed jean cutoffs, and slipped into some moccasins. She had let her hair air dry which had giving it volume and shine, and it fell almost to. She was opening her mouth. I then kept my hands on both her boobs and started pressing hard. Still my lips were on her lips. She wasn’t opening her mouth. So I pinched her nipple softly and caught her bottom lips in my mouth.She started responding and kept her tongue in my mouth and we kissed like anything and exchanged our saliva. After almost 20 mins of kissing. I took of her t-shirt and started sucking her boobs and pressing her ass with both hands. She was moaning hard and her hands were on. I saw her smile. "Bring my breakfast, sissy," she said.I walked to the bed and the tray down on her nightstand. "It looks good,sissy," she said.I smiled and said, "Thank you, Miss Emily." I was wondering why she alwayscalled me sissy. It made me feel so small.As I looked at her face, I saw anger flash in her eyes as her smiledisappeared. "You look like something the cat dragged in," she said. "Yourhair is a mess, your uniform is stained and you are wearing a scrub woman'sknee pads. I am. I guessed she figured it would just be an interesting experience. I wasnt sure whether I should feel turned on or nervous but in the end I said, Sure why not - It could be fun.We booked our trip for 3 weeks in August. A cruise around the Bahamas stopping off at various islands. We didn't really talk about it anymore after that. And then August rolled around. I remember the day we were packing for the trip. As usual I had the small suitcase and I packed a few pairs of jeans, a few shirts and.