There is something particularly sexy and forbidden to me about motels. I've always admitted a peculiar fetish for them. The fact that it's neutral ter...itory. No real life interruptions or distractions. The knowledge that untold numbers of other people have had sex in this same room. Not to mention that I don't get stuck washing the towels and sheets. As I always have a supply of lube and toys at the ready, making a mess with the towels and sheets is a happy result of our meetings.I heard his. "It would appear that these 5" heels are not within the dress code." What do you have to say for yourself?" Yes, Mistress." She says quietly.She looks around as if she is trying to find someplace to hide."No one can see you, my dear. The windows are all coated to keep anyone outside from seeing in." As she notices numerous classmates walkabout."Place these shoes in the paper bag I had you place in front of the door, please."She had a bewildered look on her face as she turned and placed her. There is water in Balcanoona Creek. Henry will drive you to the airfield, then proceed to the Village. You will be on protected ground – Cultural Use. I give you those rights. You will pass the dingo fence. But she may not venture onto the surface of the Lake.” He turned and left.“Did you understand that?”“Oh, yes. Lake Frome is a sacred place. It was full of water, but drained by the Rainbow Serpent when he was thirsty. Since then, while there is water in it some of the time, it has not been. Her hands splashed violently. It was uncharacteristic. Riptides are common and dangerous.I jumped off the stand and sprinted toward the water. It felt like slow motion. She continued to splash desperately. My feet hit the water, kicking sprays up as I moved into the breaking waves. I swam right toward her. Her arms suddenly grabbed hold of me, wrapping around my neck, leaning on my muscular shoulders, pulling herself close. I began to tread water with all my strength, holding us both up to keep.