" I look like a prom queen!" he said pointing to the mirror, his longlashes fluttering his plucked brows in their high arch, the eyeshadow,blusher and... gloss red lipstick on full display under the new hairdo, thediamond stud earrings twinkling in the light, the real pearl necklacesecurely clipped around his neck."How about on your working vacation, on the yacht trip with Mr.Hollingsworth? You've done it before," she reminded him."Yeah but, but that was, that was different," he retorted."You were. At first I thought that the video player was looping the playing of the file but I checked on the playing file name and it was date-stamped 90 minutes later.“Fucking hell,” I thought, “not only do I masturbate in my sleep, but I do it twice.”I closed the file then looked at the list of files and saw another 2 files time-stamped 2 and 3 hours after that. Clicking on the next one I again saw my right hand slide to my pussy. Closing that file I clicked on the last, and last file and saw my right. The man just stepped from his truck and looked to be a bit of a slacker. He seemed to be Josh's ideal candidate."Huh?" the guy asked, caught off guard, glancing at Josh in confusion."Could you help me out and mail this for me? I'll give you twenty bucks to do it."The kid, his face still bearing teenage pimples, just stared at him for a few seconds."Uh... , excuse me, but when some stranger approaches you in the Post Office parking lot, offering you money to mail something, it's usually bad. While I trusted Ashlyn and Jess, Elizabeth still has some free will and could be troublesome so I left her to prepare breakfast. Once the equipment had been moved in and set up, Jess, Ashlyn and I went to the dining room for breakfast. Soon after we sat down, Elizabeth came out of the kitchen with a platter of bacon, pancakes and a pot of fresh coffee; simple but good enough. “Good job, slave. You may eat now.” Nodding, she went to sit down at the table next to Ashlyn across from me, “What do.