”“Yeah,” I said. “Something woke me up in the middle of the night, too.”We cracked up at that like of couple of naughty six-year-olds. Saanv... got out of bed first, and she took her time putting on her nightgown. I watched her from the bed, and she watched me watching her from the bed. It felt nice — intimate, I guess is the word — to lie there with the quilt half-covering my bare titties, and her standing naked in the middle of the room, fussing with her gown, and neither of us in any hurry to. Talk to no one while wearing this. This was exciting. The text had come in on my new secret cell phone, which was the first item in the package that I had received when I checked in. It was in a small box within the big box and it was labeled 'Open First' in Kyra's messy scrawl. The message had come from Mrs. Cardinal, the only entry in the phone's contact list. This journey had started when I received an email at work from my best friend Kyra, aka Mrs. Cardinal. I hadn't heard a thing from. And what she pleases, I'm only too grateful to say, is everythingI could wish for! I want to stress, here and now, that I submitted myself into this slaveryto my Mistress willingly , and with full knowledge of whatit meant: in fact, it was I who asked my Mistress to take me as her full-time,total and unconditional slave -- although I know she'd been waiting and hopingfor some time that I would! But since that moment, when she did accept me,she has had absolute control over me: I've been. Looking into the sparkling blue of the pool, Anna recalled last summer here; when she had gained her first sexual interest in grown men. She still held the magic of that day hidden in her soul.It had been the most exciting day of her life; the day she had become sexually active. For example Anna was aware right now that she had caught the eye of the new pool-man!She stood up, stretching her curvaceous body luxuriously in the sunshine as she blatantly sized him up; wondering how he might shape.