I found it brought back some memories. You know… Anyway, the picnic was a lot of fun. We played games, socializing and having a good time the whole ...ay through until we boarded the bus to leave. I sat in an aisle seat. A guy named Evan sat on my right. In front of me, against the window was a full-figured young woman named Connie who engaged me in conversation a few times earlier in the day. I could tell she liked me by the way she looked at me. She had that look…the one some women get when. I'd heard from the other slaves that volunteering for "bathroom duty" was the fastest way to make that happen, but I wasn't interested. I didn't want to judge, because a lot of people would consider my preferences "kinky," but I just didn't see how getting peed or pooped on was sexy. I was cleaning up the classroom when Mistress commanded, "Slave B, follow me."I followed Mistress Andrea upstairs. I'd never been in her private area before, and I was surprised at how much pink I saw. The walls. After Zofia had come. Zofia would give Kayleigh a cuddle, stroking her warm bottom, her breasts, then her legs, inner thighs, then lowering herself between Kayleigh’s legs, showing her how to really give a woman an orgasm, and every time Kayleigh would come, loudly, gasping for breath, glowing, thrusting. And when she calmed down afterwards, still in Zofia’s arms, the polish woman would kiss Kayleigh’s cheek, stroke her hair, and say “you see my little one, that is what you must do. Do you. Twice I thought I might have a candidate, but the first time it was just a tourist drinking in the sights and the second a woman with apparent car trouble. She pulled over and got out and popped the hood and stared in blankly at the apparently malfunctioning engine. Ordinarily I would have helped, or tried to, but she wouldn't thank me if I inadvertently involved her in the mess I was in; I walked on.Finally, disgusted—what the hell was Estrada waiting for?—I stopped for lunch. I ordered a club.