Jill was into bondage, fetish wear and dreamed of becoming a slave to a Master or Mistress. It was by accident she discovered Frieda’s House of Fet...sh wear and accessories, as she was assigned to do their bookkeeping. Jill had always enjoyed bondage but never found anyone that was into the scene, or someone she could trust, so she practiced self-bondage. While at home she dressed as a slave wearing rubber, leather or latex slave outfits, a collar and cuffs on her wrists and ankles pretending. Becca moaned, and Jake deepened the kiss, his hands firm on her rear, pulling her into feel his cock as it came to life. His hands moved across her back, along her sides to under her breasts. Teasing fingers traced along under the strings beneath her breasts. Jake’s mouth moved down along her jaw line, licking and sucking down her neck and across her collarbone. Becca writhed and moaned, arching into Jake’s touch. She turned and sat in Jake’s lap, and Jake slipped the scraps of cloth off her. ‘I told you, my sister’s girl.’ She said tonelessly. Mr. Jones leaned forward his arms resting on his legs. ‘You led me to believe she was some little school girl.’ He accused. Aunty Harriet gave a bitter little laugh, ‘she’s not much more than that, as you saw for yourself.’ ‘I’ll be back tomorrow for last week and this week’s rent.’ Mr. Jones suddenly said shortly. Aunty Harriet looked at him in surprise, ‘but I thought,’ she stammered at she indicated his now limp and satisfied dick. Mr.. The old slave market is one of the tourist sights.I not only fell in love with the place, but as I wandered about looking at the old structures, the seeds of The Sugar Cane Plantation began to form.I won't tell you where it really is. At least not now.I don't think the real owners, if they ever read this piece would appreciate the suggestion that their relatively upscale bed and breakfast was associated with terrible perversions.I've given enough clues though so that anyone familiar with the.