.. your... situation. Oh my goodness sweetie, here," she said finally offering him the towel. He ripped it from her grasp and around his body in a fre...zy and bolted upstairs. "Wow," Sarah said after a few seconds of stunned silence.===================================================================================================Mike had run upstairs and sat down on his bed, waiting for his embarrassment to subside. He looked down inspecting his rigidity, but it didn't look to be going anywhere. She undid my bikini top and turned me around. It was my turn and I was not going to fight her. She slid me down the blanket and made fast work of my soaking wet bikini bottoms. I was so horny, and to think of Rob watching all of this made it better. Sylvia parted my lips with her velvet tongue. My nipples responded immediately. Her soft red hair fell to the sides of my legs. Her soft long fingers probing my wet hole. I heard something to the side of me. I opened my eyes and there was Rob naked. I saw that a chain was attached to the shackle fastened around her ankle, she could only move in a small arc, perhaps three feet or so. I stared at her with shock, I could see that she was terrified, but also very brave and dangerous. She wasn’t cowed as slaves usually are after months at sea, she was a fighter.She did not look like the typical African. She was very tall, her hair was long and it crested in a wave above her forehead, her breasts were high and stood out firmly in front of her. I. I looked at them whenever I passed and I remembered thinking that he looked a lot older than she was in them. I remembered some were formal photographs like you have taken in a studio. Some were taken at parties, and some were vacation shots, taken of them on the beach. I recalled one of them with Mrs. Reynolds in a really skimpy bikini, her impressive bust practically hanging out of her top. They both looked so happy in that one and Mr. Reynolds had looked young as well. I thought that might.