It's a sunny Saturday afternoon and on theother side of the gate a Birthday party is in full swing for one of myschool friends, Peter. My mother has h...old of one hand while in the otherI cling to wrapped parcel. Something is wrong through, very wrong myfingernails are painted with a bright pink nail polish, boys arn'tsupposed to wear that are they. Looking down I see the pink skirt of thedress I am wearing. The dress is satin overlaid with a lace. Under skirtof the dress layers of frothy. I ralked casually with the others, and was grateful they were a group of normal people with a kinky side. My Master smiled at me as he placed my pink collar and wrist restraints on me.. I still had my jeanshorts and campshirt on. We ate, then my Master brought me into the clubhouse. One of the submissives made beautiful leather floggers, and my Master was going to buy one for me. We looked at the wide assortment of leathers, colors, lenthgs and thicknesses. Another couple joined us. She was. If Lilian were another girl she would realise that standing where she was gave nearly all the houses on her street a perfect view of her supple teenage body. That as she stretched her slender arms behind her back, she was presenting her perky D cup breasts to the world. Or that to bending down to touch her toes was exposing her unshaven virgin pussy to any passer-by that glanced up at her room.Lilian was not like other girls and the thought that men would want to stare at her firm naked body. . but it can get a little old.Due to the weather it was two and a half days to make Bluff. There was a five hour calm ... well ... as calm as the southern ocean gets. Regardless of the wind the swells never stop. The sea has a no break, no block run. There is nothing in the way ... all the way from where we are now. The sea running from the stern to the sea coming over the bow. It’s a continuous circle around the roaring forties. The swell never stops.JW baited up a couple of hooks with a.