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Sarah stood outside the airport trying to wave away the jabbering Mexicans who were crowding around the diminutive American tourist, while tugging at her arm. Already nervous about this liaison, the gaggle of locals had Sarah on the verge of tears, when suddenly a tall woman clad in a leather jacket and a short skirt that barely covered her ass, moved forward and wrapped one fingerless gloved hand round Sarah's shoulders, as she shooed the men away, chastising them in fluent Spanish. "Julie!" Sarah exclaimed in relief, as she felt her 5'1" frame being protected by fetish her younger but taller friend, who crushed her to her breast in a warm and powerful embrace. "Hey Short Stuff," Julie quipped in response, while lifting the dark, wrap-around sunglasses from her sparkly blue eyes and shaking out her bun, letting her long auburn hair flow freely down her back. Before Sarah could reply, Julie bent and kissed her warmly on the mouth, forcing her tongue into Sarah's mouth, bringing memories of their past flooding back. Memories weren't the only thing that was flooding, as Sarah felt a sudden dampness and a heat between her legs, a familiar and usual reaction when Julie was near. Remembering that she was to be married in a few weeks, Sarah broke the kiss, but still held her body close to Julie's. "What did you say to them," Sarah asked, as she nodded toward the group of sweaty men, who were drifting away and muttering to themselves. "Oh, I told them that you were a lesbian trainee here for pussy munching lessons, and then you were to be sold as a sex slave to Amazonian Lesbians in South America." Julie said with a straight face, looking down at her shorter friend's wide brown eyes. "Oh my God!" gasped Sarah while blushing deeply, "you didn't... did you?" Julie threw her head back and roared with laughter at the look of concern on Sarah face. "No, I didn't, you daft ninny," Julie said still laughing, "I told them to go away or I would cut their balls off and make a necklace out of them." The two domination women walked towards the car park in the bright sunshine, cutting a most unlikely pair. Julie moved like a panther, her long legs clad in fishnet tights, ankle boots with stubby low heels, and her wrists covered in numerous bangles that jingled as she walked. At 26, Julie looked, and was, in prime condition and although Sarah was approaching 30, she also kept her small frame in terrific shape. In fact, it was their shared penchant for working out which lead them to meet in a London gym four years before, when Sarah was doing a year's attachment to the London branch of her American law firm. "So, Short Stuff, are you ready for some fun?" Julie drawled as she stopped in front of a large Harley Davidson motorcycle that sat gleaming in the car park. Julie fished in her pockets for some lollipops and a few dollars BDSM to give to the kids standing guard around the bike, thanking them in Spanish for their bravery in making sure no harm came to her beautiful machine. The less adventurous Sarah just sadism stared at the bike, open-mouthed, and stammered, "you want ME to get on THAT?" then added, "how far is it?" Julie put her wrap-around shades back on, and tied her hair back into a loose ponytail, using one of the Bondage scrunchies from around her wrist, as she barked over the thundering engine, "It's only 400 click and I know a great place to stop along the way. Now get on." Sarah looked at her light cotton print dress, and though she wasn't dressed for the occasion, she knew she had no better choice. Lifting the dress high around her thighs she straddled the bike, wrapping her arms tightly round Julie's waist, and feeling somewhat relieved as Julie was showing as much exposed thigh as she was. She was also informed that a number of escorts are really lesbian or bi, because that allowed them to keep their clientele and relationship heart aches separate. “Terminate and reassign?” "He's so good at this. Keep sucking Sara. Blonde bombshells, sultry brunettes, redheads kissed by fire, black-haired Chinese ravens, exotic-looking Indians, doe-eyed black girls. It’s hairs, fine and wispy, curled in soft swirls around her and mingled in the darker shade of mine. I felt again fetish a huge sting pain sensation sadism in my anus. She winked at me before she parted her lips and began slowly swirling the head of my cock. Day Four Care to challenge me?” I say to him, now really pissed off. Bondage Taylor’s cabin was the same size and layout as Emily’s. The woman obviously had money if she was buying top shelf tequila and Emily’s time, but she was spending it on things beside her room. There's one I am really hoping to use. “What happened?!” Elena yelled. The mixture BDSM of cum and pussy juices tasted delicious. I grabbed her legs and pulled her back onto my cock with force. As she watched his eyes opened and he started to move. It was especially hilarious when he walked in during the domination Hooters Girl roleplay. They’ll burn you, I swear it!