Yuko Ogura was a cute Asian girl about five feet six inches tall. Her straight raven hair came down past her shoulders, framing her doll-like face. Yu...o wore a leather mini skirt, and a tight sheer red blouse, that allowed her red lace bra to be seen through it. Her black high heal shoes made her almost as tall and her friend.Crystal was bigger than Yuko and wore black pants and a dark blue button down shirt. Her mousy brown hair was very short and dyed with dark red highlights. She wore it. ”“Least I could do Tammy. You get better now,” Lee said and squeezed her shoulder, then walked away.Tammy sat there and watched her walk away. She had felt funny after Lee touched her. It was if a warmth had suffused her chest, then spread out through her body. She took a breath, and her chest didn’t feel so tight.She looked at the small plate of rabbit food she had in front of her and suddenly decided she was actually very hungry. So, she got up, and went and got a nice serving of the chicken. Breathing and sighing out her lover’s name, gorgeous Eleanor writhed in bliss at the meeting of their loins, feeling the massiveness, the solid length and stock of Raymond sheathing deep, again and again, with untiring devotion. “Mon Seigneur, mon amour, mon gentil dieu-d’amour,” heaved she, headily into the heated air of the chamber. My Lord, my love, my sweet god of love, were these words, words that could ensnare any who could claim to be their object. With her arms stretched out wide over. I looked at myself in the rear view mirror. I saw a good looking lady looking back. I checked my makeup and took a deep breath and opened the car door. My heels clicked on the sidewalk as I approached the door to the club. The doorman smiled at me as I walked up and then opened the door for me to enter. It was dark inside and it took a moment for my eyes to adjust. It was a typical club layout. A long bar with a dance floor surrounded by tables and chairs. It wasn’t crowded, maybe about half.