You've decided to tough it out, for your son's sake. That was obvious, last time. I'm talking about something different." Yeah ... I understand. I'm s...orry, I'll try not to shoot the messenger. I know you're very good at what you do. I'll try to listen to what you say." Then you're a step ahead of most men who sit in that chair at this stage. Usually, they just want blame assigned and punishment meted out. Are you looking for more than that?" Yes." Okay. Ready for some tough stuff?" Probably not. Sharing that restriction with her made my entire body flutter with lust, as well as creating a bond between us that left me beaming.We simply stared at each other, reveling in these feelings, for quite some time. Then, I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye, and, at the sound of another "Snap!" finally tore my eyes away from the woman I loved to look at Mistress, who now stood between us. In each hand she held a slave collar."Do you want to wear my collars?" Yes, Mistress," we both. She let her full smile fade to a slightly open mouth, the bright white incisors peeking through the ring of cherry red glossed lips. Ned cupped her chin with his right hand and circumnavigated her bee-stung lips with his thumb pad. The plush orifice was pliant and warm. Her upturned gaze stayed neutral as he held her face and tested her acquiescence to his audacious touch. ‘What is your name, my dear?’ ‘Jolie’ she said and then continued respectfully. ‘Ned, welcome to the tune-up retreat. I was. One unfortunate side effect of this change in dress was the fact that her flanks were quite exposed to the depraved glances of the female-deprived males shut up in close quarters for a lengthy voyage. The thin cloth of her trousers did little to hide the sensual curve of her buttocks and even her swelling breasts were allowed to swing suggestively with the rolling motion of the ship cutting through the waves.Unbeknownst to Sophia or her father was the fact that speculation as to the design of.