We started to make out again. I slowly reached behind her and unclipped her top, and threw it to the side. I moved my mouth down and kissed each of he...r tits. I sucked on them, like I would a piece of candy, occasionally giving them a gentle nibble. Each time I did that, she let out a small groan. Meanwhile, my hands moved lower. I untied the sides of her bikini and threw it away with the top. I started to stroke her prepubescent pussy, moving my finger from the bottom to top. With each. 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 was shopping for real estate one day and the realtor took us there for lunch. It really was an old plantation house. It really does have old, crumbling brick walls. The main building really is restored from the original structure. It really is a delightful tropical hideaway. The island. Jenny had seized the moment and the powder had been slipped into one of the drinks which she had proceeded to offer to Cecily... and, at this point, the plan went wrong for, despite her attempts at discretion, Jenny's actions had been spotted by one of the other girls and the alarm was raised. Jenny had protested her innocence but to no avail; in the end she'd been pinned to the ground by the assembled cheerleaders while Cecily had been 'asked' to leave on the grounds that she wasn't a member. I’ll be sure to reciprocate you when I give you your gift later tonight.” I’m sure I was smiling like I had won the lottery. Pim was really building my confidence as I headed in to meet her friends. I looked at Pim, “It’s your birthday.” I said, “You don’t need to give me anything. Coming on this date is like a dream come true for me.” She laughed, “You’re just saying that, but anyways, I have a special gift for you at home later so I hope you like it.” We smiled at each other as we.