In short, it looked magical and Sasha was in love. She danced and ran for the creative splendor of its exotically smokey depths. Inside was even more ...onder than Sasha could have dreamed for, beautiful rare bolts of cloth, oriental clothing and beads, and the most interesting and enticing crafts she had ever seen. Sasha's friend Amy seemed almost afraid to touch anything and she knew they were both thinking that this was more like a museum than a craft fair booth. Should they even be in here?. “That’s my good Baby Girl,” I told her.I knew her panties were wet, I could smell her.We’d finished, I’d called for the check when she whispered, “I need to pee, could you turn these damned things off, I don’t want to take then off, out, whatever and I don’t want the distraction either.”I switched them off.I met her at the front of the restaurant, as we walked out to hail a taxi she muttered, “Well that was an experience, I had to hold the plug in with one hand while I balanced myself with the. Why?”“You might want to do that,” said he.Rachel retrieved her phone from the table and found a new message in her inbox. The sender’s email address was encrypted and there was no subject. When she opened it, there was no body either, only an attachment. She tapped it and shuddered. It was a video of her and Jasmine fucking on the plane. They were recorded from an overhead angle which meant there must have been a tiny camera hidden in the light fixture.Ice flooded her veins.She turned to the. . with your ... slave’s ... TONGUE?” Vanessa screamed and creamed herself in a hurry as I plowed her doggy-style on my bed.“Yep, definitely had to do that ... you need to get used to this if you’re going to be my wife, dear. Tamara will be servicing you, just as she services me ... and Wendy ... and Brittany. A lot of that will be rimming on her part. Make no mistake about that. She’s my slut, my slave, and I can make her do whatever I wish! You can tell that she enjoys it, too, can’t you? Deep.