”“Yeah, I’ll have to take my jeans and top off so that they can dry and I can check the bikini at the same time.”Taking jeans or shorts and to...ps off and letting the sun dry them was something that we’d all done before after falling off into that stream.With that I stood up, unfastened and unzipped my jeans and pulled them down and off. Usually though we’d kept our undies on, well me only knickers because I never wear a bra, nothing to put in it. But this time, when my jeans came down so did my. Frankie tried to imagine Bruce, the guy he met in the bar withMary, as the subject for the ten best things to do in bed with your guy.By the time he had mentally taken a survey on whether he was sexy or not,the timer went off and Melody led him back to the chair and unrolled hishair. As she brushed him out, Frankie laughed at his reflection. He lookedlike some New Jersey girl with big hair. Melody reminded him not to washhis hair for a couple of daysAfter Frankie was all brushed out, Melody. Those most eager and most delighted were shaven and black-skinned like the warriors, and most of them were women and children. Accompanying them and in greater numbers were others, also shaven and mostly women, who had a miscellany of skin colour, complexion and physical features. But it was not the slaves who were most vocal in the cacophony of welcomes that were a higher-pitched echo of the barks and cackles of the black warriors’ tongue. The captives were admired and prodded by the villagers. My legs were shaking when Master put the bar up to them to measure. I could see I was a good two or more inches off, and when he held the ruler up, he announced that it was 11 centimeters. I whimpered. He looked at me, shocked at the sound. "Why did you make that sound, Slave?" "My nipples still hurt from when Brian spanked them, Sir," I said. He stood up and slapped my right breast and then the left hard, right at the edge of the nipple. "You must be tired, Slave. You called these YOUR.