I’m objectin’ but he’s not a hearin’ me, so I tries to crush his stones wit my sea boot ta be getting’ his attention. Well this makes him ma...d, and he rips my jersey offen me. Now it seemed to me I put on me jersey in the morning, a flat chested little girl, and when this bilge water smellin’ rat rips off me shirt, I got full grown woman tits. Now they’re not movie star teats, but they be a swayin’ a bit and every eye in the place is on either my right nipple or my left, and now this hunk of. We went through our standard routine of looking around and fueling the planes. We would check out the area once that was accomplished.The area seemed to be deserted but we were watchful. There was an air of neglect that suggested no one had been here for a long time. After looking it over, we parked the planes in a hanger. We hadn't seen or heard anything but wanted no surprises.The adults in our party sat down together to truly plan. Bobbi and SJ were watching their younger siblings but. I really like the way she looks in stockings. Don’t you think they frame her pussy very nicely? It’s just like the way your stockings frame your pussy.”“She was naked? With all those people? Why?”“Because she’s my slave, and I wanted her to do it. It’s what slaves do.” Gretchen placed the remote control on the table in front of Wendy. “Would you like to play with her?”“What do you mean?”“That remote controls the vibrator in her pussy, so you can make it vibrate harder or softer. If you turn it. I chuckled to myself.At this time, we were rehearsing Handel’s “Messiah.” In a few weeks’ time, we were going to perform “Messiah” with all of the choirs in the school district. So, it got a little serious at times. Little by little, I began to notice her beauty. When she smiled. When she laughed. When she licked her pouty lips. Sure, enough, I developed a thing for her. Did I like her? Yes. Did I want her? Maybe. Was I the only one that internally asked those questions? Hell, no.A few weeks.