Our heroine gets to do both!!As I try to evolve this from one phase to the next, I thought you might find a few things interesting, and, keeping them ...in mind might cast the stories in at least a slightly different light.The Sugar Cane Plantation, in a slightly different form actually exists. It was the impetus for this story. Of course it’s not called the Sugar Cane Plantation. And it’s not a hidden bdsm club.What it is, is a delightful bed and breakfast near the top of a mountain on an island.. I went up and it started raining and as I was collecting cloths I saw Sheela doing the same she was all wet in that transparent nighty and her nipples were showing clearly; she was not wearing bra that day. I was so intensely watching her boobs I almost forgot about rain and clothes suddenly her bra flew from stand and landed on my terrace she looked towards me and said Ayan my br… And signaled towards her bra I took all clothes and secured them under the roof and jumped up the railing with. I took my Jaegermiester in hand and waited for what I knew would be her next move.She leaned closer, wrapped her supple fingers gently around my neck, and drew us together. The feel of her breath on my skin caused goose bumps to rise and I felt my nipples stiffen against the fabric of my blouse, and then, that familiar weakness came to my knees. She tenderly put her lips to my breast and I could feel her tongue as she slowly licked the salt from my skin. She then drew her head back, looked deep. .." she managed to say between peals of laughter. He saw her point and joined in. They laughed for a couple minutes, then got to their feet and ran to the bedroom, leaping upon the bed and each other, laughing gaily once more and they became a tangle of arms and legs."We should fuck," he said at last, disengaging himself from her and standing while he removed the remainder of his clothing."You're right, and then we can play these other games."He started to sit on the bed. She stopped him and.