I hoped that we would have some time to spend at the Church Street Station. In those days that was the place to go in Orlando. Go to Disney for the d...ay and Church Street Station for the night.I had noticed that once we returned from the beaches, my friend’s wife was starting to dress to show off her body a little more than when we had first arrived. Perhaps it was Nancy’s displays of skin that were catching her hubby’s eye and she was fighting back. I was not exactly sure what was happening,. Three years and I still can't get enough of looking at that man. He was like my kryptonite. Dante was my best friend, my boyfriend, and my lover. At sixteen, he took my virginity, and I had been a slave to my passions for him since. "Are you day dreaming again?" he asked from the bathroom. A smile creeped onto my face. "No, just remembering the first night we met," I replied. "Mm, well, stop reminiscing and go to the corner," he replied. I bit my lip and stole a look into the bathroom as I made. Lips closed round her clit, trying to grip hold of it and extend it, then the lips moved, finding a position where the tongue could dart straight up into the private entrance that was on full display.There was a renewed emergence of fluid. It wasn’t something she could prevent, even if she’d wanted to. The tongue slid further into her as the lips moved, munching on her giddy sex. Tess tried hard to hold back, not wanting to show the excitement she was feeling, but it was impossible. Her lips. They were not painful, yet the memory of the pain they had inflicted on my nipples made me shiver slightly.In my mind's eye I could picture my reflection as I had seen it in the mirror and I marvelled again at the wonderful job Vanya had done of creating my female image. I could also picture the image of how I now looked in bondage, those thoughts stimulated me even more and I was aware that Vanya had lifted me to a plateau of arousal that I had not known existed. In that state I could focus on.