They were almost to Taryn Gilbride's dancing school, a quaint but nicely kept studio that was older than Emily would have liked. But the girls loved i..., and Taryn. Emily, in contrast hated the almost daily search for a parking place.There wasn't much parking outside the studio, and there seemed to be more vehicles in the small gravel lot than usual. She was still able to stick the big SUV into a tight spot, but nimbly followed the girls by climbing out the back, even as she handed each their. ” I put my hand on my hip and swayed a little provocatively. Reluctantly, she opened the door. “Come inside,” she said, “let’s not discuss this out here.”I entered a nice, luxurious suite that had shopping bags and clothes strewn all over the place. Seems my American friend used her Europe trip as much for shopping in style as she did for fulfillment of her sexual fantasies. The actress apparently was just trying on dresses, wearing nothing but a sweet little pink babydoll dress with some. "On your knee's" she commanded, slapping a whip against her open hand. It hit with a small sound, enticing Sams gaze to flick to the whip. His Mistress stopped hitting her hand and Sam looked up obediently, his wants apparent. She smiled at him. Though, not a nice smile. Sam opened his mouth to speak and received a hard slap against his cheek. He took it; hardly wincing. The red mark slowly faded, leaving a pink remnant. "Take off your clothes." She said, turning on her heel. She. I could tell he was trying to get me off the phone. But he said he would still wait for me to get there.I pulled into the big empty parking lot. There were two cars in the whole parking lot. I ran toward the front door of the dental office. I pulled on the glass door. It was locked. I looked in through the window. I could see someone behind the front desk. A very cute girl turned and smiled. She put down her phone and walked toward the glass door in front of me.My mouth dropped open. She had.