Enough of this..Alexia made to roll over, looking to take her position back on top where she belonged, in charge and in control, but she gasped! Falli...g back onto her back. She looked up confused at the woman on top of her, who smirked playfully, raising an eyebrow. Alexia tilted her head back looking up at her wrists. Pink fluffy handcuffs bound her wrists around a steel pole that made up part of Emily’s sturdy looking headboard. She stared up at the handcuffs, wiggling, fingers trying to prod. I’d been keeping a perfect poker face for a week, but as soon as everyone else had retired to their rooms I had headed straight back to the bar.I had a book in front of me, but the words weren’t sinking in. I’d gone through more beers than pages. There were a handful of other people in the bar: all strangers, occasionally looking at me with pity. I tried not to make eye contact. Just stare at the book. Or the beer. Or off into the middle distance. That’s where I was looking when I suddenly. .. we're not in Kansas any more," she quoted quietly to Krissi." I know. Don't you love it? Not a cornstalk or a snowflake in sight."There was a small shack at the end of the bridge. Linda grabbed a list from the counter in the shack. "All right, Joan and Brian, you're in #3." She looked at them. "If you want, I can split you two up." No, we've seen each other naked before," Joan said. "It's no big deal." She picked up the bag she'd dropped. "Which way?" Up the path. The bungalows are numbered.. Many years ago, around 30 or so, I had an ‘English girlfriend’ who for a short time lived in the Greater Glasgow area. She was dark haired, spoke with a London accent and had a fantastic body; her tits were magnificent, full and great pointed nipples and areola which was dark and large along with the hairiest yet trimmed magnificent vagina. She was quite simply a stunner!One summer’s afternoon she was lying on the grass in the city’s Kelvingrove Park when out of the blue, she mentioned to me.