Steve, tomorrow morning, you folks come over for breakfast when you get up. It will be informal and we can plan our day. My cooks make a great America...n breakfast that is a favorite with us."Kisses and hugs preceded everyone heading to bed. My ladies wanted some attention. They were wanting equal attention from each other, so we ended up having to change sheets before saying our last goodnight.In the morning, Ed gave us a description of what we could see here. "The French Riviera is where some. “Ummm, sure?” I could see through her eyes her mind slowly trying to reason out the next few steps and debate it in her head. I quickly walked over to my desk and patted it, indicating for her to come over. She hesitated and then shuffled over to stand in front of me by the desk, my cock again standing between us, my muscular frame dwarfing her by a good margin.“Don’t you worry, I’ve been told I’m pretty good at this,” I gripped her by her petite waist and easily lifted her to sit on the edge. Once the French girls had been sold though and the news filtered though to the west the resort saw it's bookings quadruple overnight. What;s more, five other resorts quickly opened up, most barely habitable but in each case bookings were flowing in faster than they could almost cope with.Although a fair proportion of these bookings were from men eager to find out what was possible about this exciting idea of owning a slave girl it quickly became apparently that a lot of the new tourists were. " Tony moaned as Mary rubbed his cock throughthe warm, wet diaper. "Definitely need aunt Mary to change you, don'tyou sweety? Such a cute widdle baby." Mary lisped. "Do you want auntMary to help you out of that dress, sweety?" Yes, please," Tony squeaked out."Yes, please, aunty Mary." Mary corrected him, swatting his wet,diapered behind playfully."Yes, please, aunty Mary. Please help me out of my dress." Tony'sheart raced. This was not what he expected by any stretch. Further,that.