She’s gone missing.’ I turned around to face her. She was a young woman, maybe eighteen or nineteen years old. Beautiful. Brown hair, piercing eye...s, and a face that told the story of a young, bright girl eager to get of that dirty little coffee shop and make a name for herself. The shop dress she wore hugged her body tightly, her breasts squeezed inside her top. I was smitten. The old man spoke up. ‘Now, Pamela, we don’t go around airing other people’s dirty laundry.’ ‘But pa, that’s what the. The kids were heading back my direction. Mia had a second plate on her tray."I decided to get you something to eat, since you seemed to be confined to the table." She set the plate in front of me, then sat down across from me. "What did our moms want?" Thanks, Mia." Shay handed me a can of pop and sat down beside me. Mountain Dew. Life is good with a can of my Dew. "Thanks, Shay." We started eating."So what did they want?" Mia asked again."Just chatting about a couple of things. Mom and Dad.. Four more caresses of the flogger took the blonde's ass to a deeper shade of red, still no damage just stimulation of her nerve endings.The dominatrix drew her finger through the honey leaking from the girls now open slit and smeared it across her cheeks. The girl mewing and bucking against her restraints so great was her need to cum.“Don’t worry my beauty you can cum now,” the Dom gave a firm flick of the flogger across the girl slick lips.With a loud scream, the blonde gave into her body’s. . . we promised but made faces at each other. Then she said she didn't want Steph in bed with another girl either so she was asking if the two of us would share one room, after all, she was my sister. I complained a little and so did Steph but we agreed with Steph adding "as long as he doesn't look at me . . . ever." One more time, mom and dad made us promise not to fight and to try to get along for this week long trip. We agreed. Later that day, I went upstairs to get ready for work and Steph.