." I said once again, trying out my voice and my name. I wasOlga. Olga Turlovna, age unknown to me, address unknown to me,nationality unknown.I moved ...my gaze from the ID to the one-day travel ticket, and thenlooked around. So, I was in London. The bricks of the distantbuildings at the edge of the park were the pale brown colour typicalof south east England, evidence that backed up the likelihood ofLondon being my location. The ticket was marked with the same day I'dtaken the flight. Possibly no. I was almost shocked by the amount of cum decorating her foot, ankle, and shin. That’s not even to mention what had dribbled off her foot onto the bed. I took it in through half-lidded eyes until my orgasm waned and I let my head drop to the pillow.The flash of light yanked me back from my post-come lethargy and caused my heart to skip a beat. I half sat up and saw her looking at the picture she’d just taken, confirming my fears.“Relax,” she said, and then tossed the phone to me.I looked at. Her lips were full, hot and very eager to meet my lips. She moved her tongue inside my mouth and her hands got busy on my cocking, lightly stroking it. I touched her breasts lightly and gave each nipple a short but loving suck. We were fully aroused and we both wanted to get down to fucking. She lay herself on the bed and I got on top of her and began sucking her breasts, while playing with her other breast and nipple and alternated between the two tits. Meantime my cock was jumping and raring. It seemed like everyone I meant, scared me even more then the previous Mistress. None of them were anything like I had imagined, instead they seemed to be all business and sex had very little to do with what they were looking for. Just as I had left one lady, I stood to move to the next one, when suddenly a stage appeared and Mistress Jessica walked out on center stage. Motioning for me to join her, she told the group the same thing she had told me then told everyone that I was up for sale. The.