She dressed herself, or undressed, as her master wanted. Even when she was supposed to be in charge, she was still reacting to her master's unexpresse...d wishes.This time however Domme was undressing for herself. She knew how people always reacted to her stunning body. She wanted to torment John with it now that he couldn't touch her without her consent.Pulling off the shirt and skirt to reveal her feminine (and unnecessary) bra and panties kicked up her own pleasure another notch. Seeing how it. Except that they hadn't seen what I hadwritten in my letter to Santa. Where would they have gotten the idea?And would they have used Christmas for such a tasteless joke? I didn'tthink that was likely.I kept opening boxes. More womens' clothes. Short, short skirts.Pullover stretch tops. Several boxes of shoes, none of them of anespecially practical nature--all 3-inch heels or more. And in one box,something I couldn't readily identify. Mostly white lace, but it seemedrather heavy for. And there wasn’t a luggage trolley in sight.All in all she wasn’t in the best frame of mind. And sowhen a hapless male cleaner blocked her way to theladies restroom she couldn’t restrain her impatience.“Get out of my way,” she snapped.He turned to her, a puzzled smile on his face.She put up her hand and pushed him aside. He stumbledbackwards and fell over a pile of boxes that werestacked outside the duty free shop next to thebathrooms. He went down in a clatter of. She gently removed the sheet and looked for the thousandth time at that five feet two inches of perfection.Gradually she eased herself round to bring her head level with Rachel's sweet little vagina and pushed her legs apart to get her tongue inside that lovely orifice. She had a tiny clit, unlike Gloria, and she loved to lick away at it, driving the redhead mad with pleasure."Hi, Gloria! Still not had enough, I see!"Now both girls were awake and soon the bed was creaking as two frenzied bodies.