Please come she said, i want to introduce you to our friendsHey why not, my husband had gone and took a job at the other side of the world, and i had ...always secretly fancied women but hadnt had much in the way of girl on girl sex at this point, See you tomorrow i said as my next client had turned upAll day the next day i was wondering if it would be just gay women there or if they had straight friends, i knew very little about this coupleAround late afternoon as i was having a nap i got a text. So one day she decided to open her own blog in which she wrote, in a make-shift disguise that was easy to spot about her. Being horny and fantasizing about even more extreme things she posted her wet dreams. And once she thought she’d made bait big enough for the girls she sent a link to her blog making them believe someone else sent it. It was the beginning of a two week holiday. Two weeks in which the girls could figure out what to do with her next. Cindy literary creamed in her panties as. I followed her into a succession of dark tunnels and finally a narrow, stifling crawlspace. I tried to ignore the smell of her body in the confined space, tried not to look at the neat, petite curve of her bum, squeezed into the sweat-moistened nylon as she hauled herself through the stainless steel tube and dropped down into the room beyond. “My place,” she announced finally, throwing herself down on a rickety wooden chair, gesturing to the disparate items in the room, “you like?” she quipped. I release her arms and take the chain and tell her “up” as she lifts her body so I can release her hands and secure them to the table, the chain rests in her cleavage as I tighten her arms and brush her sides and stomach still pink from earlier. I add a face shield to protect her face and smack her stomach and legs then drip some wax on her feet, Sirah jerks and squeaks then pants tensing as I pour some up her legs. I remove the center of the table and remove the gag she takes a long breath.