More than once, Denise wondered what was up. Jacquí declined several invitations to join other groups, opting instead for a small two-person table ag...inst the far wall. Once seated, she decided to cut to the chase, as Jacquí seemed reluctant. ‘So, what did you want me for?’ she asked, mentally kicking herself for phrasing the question in that way. Jacquí raised a perfectly-plucked eyebrow but didn’t otherwise react to the unintentional innuendo. ‘You know I just moved into a new place, right?. “Likewise.” We shook hands.Always the same for me. The rediscovery of the blood heat of another girl. I reined in my urge to suck her fingers. After an amount of university chat, life chat, and this-and-that chat, we made an arrangement to meet for coffee off campus.I met her on a Friday afternoon. It didn’t take me long to realize that I’d already fallen for her. I was in no hurry to push things along though. Be patient. Patience, Melissa. Only don’t let her get away. Please don’t let her get. " SHIT! I was no more than a mile from that cabin less than an hour ago. I may have dropped that dumbass agent right in the middle of the sons of bitches." Maybe not. They are suppose to have a man posted at the old sleugh bridges. The hangout is in an old logging cabin of some sort downstream." I know the place. It's inaccessable by road. I've thought about fixing it up for a hunting camp. It's a goddamn fortress. It's made out of native rock and hardwood. It has a sheet metal roof and narrow. " Fran answered softly, anticipating what was to come next."Stand facing against that frame, put your hands on the top chains and spread your legs."Fran obeyed her mistress instantly, and Paula fastened the handcuffs and leg irons, holding Fran spread eagle, her back facing Paula."Now you piece of shit, you're going to learn what being MY slave is like." Paula flicked the riding crop between Fran's legs, sending a shiver of excitement through the brunettes body as the rough leather scraped.