She ties her long, black hair into a tail and grabs the small backpack. She looks up and down the beach and listens to the crashing waves. She sees a ...stream flowing out of the forest down the beach, a perfect place to begin. She walks down the beach, listening to the birds in the forest. Her firm breasts bounce lightly with each step. She comes to the stream and follows it into the forest. The sound of crashing waves is slowly replaced with the trickling of the stream and the chirps of colorful. He also knew that protocol required him to be restrained, although truth to tell, this one did excite him; nevertheless he must not seem too eager to have her.~She is pleasing to the eye. How has she been trained?~~She understands all the requirements of a discerning Master such as Your Magnificence. She has been trained in the horizontal arts, though of course she remains a virgin in every orifice. She also speaks French and English as well as Kobekistani so that Your Magnificence may order. I felt the material beneath myfingertips. Slowly, gradually, hesitantly, almost reverently, I started to movethe waistband of her panties down.I felt the flare of her hips, I felt the firm muscle of her thighs, I felt theslender legs and finally the panties dropped from my grasp to her ankles. Stillmy eyes were locked with hers."Now, Michael," she breathed in a deep, husky tone, "I am all yours." My eyestraveled down over her breasts, her flat belly to the object of my desires.There it was.Now. Sure she was hot, but that was a far as it normally went. Men were easily manipulated; a bit of cleavage, slightly too much thigh etc. She found actual sex a bit crap, in fact the type of boy she ever let near her was normally the weak willed puppy dog type. Hardly the kind to set your bed sheets on fire, but you could keep them in their place, and that's what she liked. However this situation was so different.Once again she felt herself having to lay in a squatting frog position her legs out.