”“You are forgiven,” Mistress June said curtly. “But tell slave suzie some of the things that we did on our last voyage to the Bahamas.”“W...en the mast is raised,” slut began slowly, “it can handle a lot of weight, so Mistress June likes to hang me upside down from the mast and let me swing around as the boat bobs around in the waves. It scares me a lot. But it also excites me. And when I can stand no more, Master Bruce lets me down and then I eat out Mistress June while he fucks me from behind.. I did have to take the bag away from her about halfway there, but she kept up with us quite easily after that. We got to talking and laughing and it was like old times. Except that every now and then I would notice Carl and Paul checking out Aimee's ass as she pulled a little ahead of one or the other of them. Of course I was checking her out too, but I don't think they saw me.We finally reached the site and in 20 minutes had the tent set up. I looked at the tent and then at Aimee. One small. The low growls of approval he made as he feasted on her wet flesh.Charlie stood next to the shower and struggled with the desire to join her. He could hear his chosen's sounds of pleasure. They were enough to drive a man insane. When he heard her moan, his control snapped. He jerked his shirt off and tore his shoes off before flinging open the shower door.Kat was on the verge of coming when she felt a cold draft hit her. Opening her eyes, she squealed as Charlie hauled her into his arms. He. Ironic that being nosey is what saved her and her family’s lives. If Mrs. Carlson hadn’t been peeking out her window that night six months ago, she never would have seen the van that took her daughter away.With her description and James’ connections down town, James and Bill were able to track the van to the home of Virgil “Doc” Hamilton. It was Doc’s son, Hank, who had driven the van that night, along with his best buddy, Pete. A little persuasion by James and Bill, and Doc soon led them to.