It was mutual, you felt the relationship slowly coming to an end, but it was embarrassing because you had pledged to all of your buddies that she was ...he one. She felt bad for initiating the inevitable break up just before the wedding the two of you were to attend together, so she offered to still come as your plus-one. To save some face, and to avoid every question about the break-up, you agreed as long as you both kept the image of a couple still together.It was the Thursday before the. When she returned the sight took my breath away. She was beautifulbeyond any woman I had ever seen the dominate woman of my dreams anddesires. She wore an all leather cat suit that covered her from herneck down to the black knee high stiletto boots on her small feet. Mydick was as hard and swollen as the confines of the pantyhose wouldpermit. She carried a cloth in one hand which she unfolded and coveredmy head. It was light weight and nylon but it blocked my view of hercompletely.She then. "Oh!" That one drew a cry from her mouth. "I want that one, George," she said, almost purring. He set the flogger aside to buy and picked up the paddle. "Let's try this one, hun. It will give your ass a completely different sensation." June shivered, eyeing the menacing paddle. "It makes me feel like … well … like a naughty schoolgirl," she whispered, her cheeks blushing. "Lemme give it a swing then, my naughty baby girl. Bend over.”“Here? Now?”George nodded. “Here. Now.”June stared at him for. Where was the one? A second sweep of the enclosure found her losing further hope. The youngest individuals in the bar were no more than nineteen, by the looks of them, probably with a beautifully constructed fake ID to match their childlike innocence. The young girl gyrated in her counterpart’s lap slowly, the pair sipping from a green bottle. Dutch. No good, she thought. No good. She turned to her lover and watched him as he watched this crowd. His brown eyes swept slowly from the swaying hips.