"Ready as I'll ever be, I suppose.She comes in and gets right down to business. She tugs gently on each legand smoothes the fabric of the pants, then ...bends down and starts tomeasure the length of the pant legs.Although I'm facing the mirror, I'm keeping my eyes focused into a spotsomewhere in the distance, above me. There is no way that she hasn'tnoticed I'm wearing white nylon stockings, she is even touching themregularly as she is folding up the pants around my legs. When I pluck upthe. I was grinding on angry but kept quiet. She knew it. She kissed on my cheeks told me she will make it up to me. It awakened a jolt in my mind. But I didn’t care much with her being from Canada. It was their custom. I waited for her. She finally came out at 6. We both returned to the hotel.I was silent all the way she knew I was angry but didn’t know what to say. I didn’t like kept waiting like that. Then at the hotel, she apologized to me. She told me she had a leave of 3 days and wanted to. The pier at the landing was not much better with the grime of countless gutted fish still staining the weather-beaten beams. Finally, as she moved off the dock, she got the fresh breeze from inland and it was a relief to be able to breath properly again. She noticed that most of the businesses around the dock were staffed with young females wearing skimpy outfits with bare arms and legs so engrossed in their labors that they took no notice of what was going on around them.She trudged her way up. When she came I made her stand in front of the mirror facing it. Then I got behind her and put my arms around her waist. ‘You know Korin you are more beautiful than most of the American girls’ I told her honestly. ‘Thank you, master. But I haven’t seen many American girls. Mistress Ashley is really beautiful’. I didn’t know if I am to complement slaves let alone boost their ego. But I decided to go with it any way. I pulled up my mobile and showed photos of couple of girls from my college to.