“Are you hurt? Fiona?” Chelsea asked, a little concerned I might have just fallen and couldn’t get up.I couldn’t talk, but I gave her a thumbs...up, still panting and giving shallow breaths. I was gasping and heaving, unable to restrain myself from bucking around on the wooden planks beneath me.“Holy fucking Jesus,” I exclaimed as I thumped my head down on the floor and remained in a prone position.“Wow,” Rebecca said, amazed at the sight before her.“Now that was a spanking,” I said, finally able. She smiled and went in the change room and came back and paid at the counter, she just said “It fits beautifully and also looks Sexy”I was getting all sorts of mixed signals from her which were driving me crazy day by day, I was afraid to ask her out, she was totally my opposite and I guess she felt that way but the way she flirted often, made my blood boil, I soon found myself lusting for her , the next day she came to my cabin and just asked “ How do I look ?”I am wearing the Underwear I. My body quivered, breasts jiggling and seat creaking. I loved how the amulet swayed between them. Then she slammed her tongue into my hot depths, teasing my sheath as she wiggled her tongue in circles.“Zanyia, yes!” I groaned. “Rithi’s delicate fingers, you’re such a good kitty cat.”Zanyia purred louder. The rumbles buzzed through my pussy. Her nose rubbed at my clit, her face rooting around while her ears twitched more. I flicked my gaze from her golden eyes staring up at me to Elli riding my. Next I pulled up ‘my pictures’ and hit ‘play as slideshow.’ Soon all my lovely pictures of gorgeous and not so gorgeous Dominatrix’s started showing on the screen. About every fifth picture was of some lucky lesbian slave tied in various cruel and demeaning positions. They had whip marks, raised welts and some even had needles thru their nipples and pussy parts. This was so perfect! Most would find these pictures appalling. To me they were dreams that were yet to come true. I rubbed my.