Moments later I joined her and we drifted into sleep. When I woke up she was gone: As I reached the top of the stairs I smelled bacon cooking and was ...reeted with a vision of loveliness as I reached the kitchen. Frankie was stood in front of the cooker and she was naked except for the reindeer apron that someone had given me for joke Christmas present. I walked over to her put my hands around her waist and kissed her neck before slipping my hands under the apron to cup her breasts. “That smells. I don’t mind to just give you real foreplay & maybe u can pay the debt by giving me a good blowjob ;)Anita: really is that possible? Would you control your urge to penetrate?Harsh: yes, won’t have it if you are not comfortable. Can I see you ?Anita: let’s know each other better before we get into something real.For a week we used to chat non-stop and had many steamy sex-chats & phone sex yet I never saw her pic.On Saturday night, she told me that her parents were planning to go to their. “What? Why? Where am I?” Heather demanded, in a very scared voice.“You are in my laboratory and you are an unwilling test subject,” the female voice answered. “The club is owned by me through a third party. I use it to get test subjects or test...experiments.”“Why me?”“Let's see, you are the right height, about 5'6” tall, the right weight for your height. Your figure is nicely curved. Your breast are particularly nice, on the small side of C, but very firm. Lastly, you are a blonde, I have a. So imagine my joy when my gorgeous boyfriend, booked us a luxury cabin in the woods, so that I could live out my fantasy of a dirty night away. I thought it is only fair that I write a story based on the events that night in the cabin. I have changed our names to protect our identities, but apart from that there is nothing added, or taken away. I hope you enjoy reading about it, as much as I enjoyed experiencing it. The keys to our hide away are jingling in my hands, as I walk up the narrow.