The boat pulled alongside and her bag was whisked away below deck as she was ushered to the small front sun deck as the boat chugged back to the jetty. Sipping the iced cocktail she had been served Deanne admired the lithe naked brown body of the small petite Indian woman and wondered if she might be available along with the forbidden delights she had been promised. As the woman stood with her back facing her, Deanne could see her pussy lips in the gap between her slightly open thighs. Imagining how sweet she would taste sparked a memory in Deanne as she licked her lips and recalled how she had met Julie a few short weeks before. Deanne had never been to the Sappho club before, but from the moment she had seen the neon sign outside she knew it would be like every other lesbian bar she had ever been to over the years, though perhaps this was a little rough edgier than normal. The two butch lesbians on the door had looked her up and down and Deanne had to stifle a giggle at their stereotype crewcuts and slicked back hair along with the obligatory boots and braces over checked shirts. “Any weapons or drugs?” the slightly taller of the two had asked her with a sneer. When Deanne shook her head the other snorted with laughter as she said ,”wanna buy some?” but then her piggy eyes narrowed as she went on, “any trouble you will need to answer to me and Shelia here, and we don’t take prisoners OK.” Deanne shrugged and standing at the entrance she scanned the interior of the club as she tried to work out the identity of the woman she was due to meet. There were the usual groups of women in the club and she let her eyes roam across the room picking out the pairs who were either tucked in booths, their mouths locked in passion, or grinding against each other on the dance floor, but in both cases clearly very much involved with each other. Then there was the group of single young girls flirting outrageously, as they sought a partner from one of the older women dotted about, hoping they would become their sugar mommy in exchange for a night of wild passion. Some of these were eying her up hopefully but Deanne just ignored them as she identified the third group of women. These were the ‘straights’ or perhaps more accurately the ‘not so straights’, these women came in many forms ranging from the ones who wanted to try the other side through to married women bored with their husbands. Deanne was just considering calling one of the pretty young things over when a stunning woman swept into view and flicking her long brown hair over her shoulder removed her dark glasses and stared intently at Deanne with her bright blue eyes. blowjob Shrugging off her grey calf length leather coat she revealed a short black dress that left nothing to the imagination as it was fastened up the sides with laces and hardly contained her generous breasts. From the amount of visible flesh in the side panels Deanne doubted she had anything on underneath and when she sat, the dress rode a long way up her tanned thighs. Deanne would have put her a few years younger than her own 51 years and by the looks of her she was a fair bit taller than Deanne’s 5’2” frame. Deanne sat upright a little to conceal the few extra pounds she had put on over the years as this woman didn’t have an ounce of fat on her finely toned and muscled body. As much as the thought of the woman naked and spread-eagled on her bed was appetising she was conscious that her contact would be here soon and opened her mouth to speak. At that point the woman held out a manicured hand and giving a smile that penetrated Deanne’s very soul said in an English accent, “Hi I’m Julie, and you must be Deanne and I understand you want to fuck the dogs on my island.” Deanne laughed throatily and decided that whatever happened this evening she was going to fuck this woman’s brains out before the night was over. “You are right,” said Deanne as she placed the copy of the Fetish Magazine on the table where an advert was circled, “Come to Perro Mundo and enjoy active sports you wouldn’t have dreamed off.” followed by a number to call. That advert had aroused Deanne’s interest, especially the reference to ‘active’ which was a well know code for being involved with dog sex. After a couple of telephone interviews Deanne had finally found herself being Cuckold invited to the Sappho Club to meet the island’s owner. The pair chatted over a bottle of champagne and finally with all of the details just about settled Deanne looked at Julie and said, “Well there is one thing that will close the deal and I will pay the money in full for the week you have described.” Deanne knew in her heart that she was going to sign up anyway, the thought of having a luxury week on an island where the dogs roamed freely and were trained to fuck the guests had her squirming on her seat, she just wanted to see if she could bed this woman. “And what would that be?” said Julie looking at Deanne, her face as inscrutable as the sphinx. “That I get to fuck your brains out,” said Deanne evenly waiting to see what reaction she would get to her outrageous comment. To her surprise Julie just roared with laughter and then with her bright blue eyes blazing like diamond cutting lasers looked at tits Deanne and husked, “Thought you would never ask,’ and with that stood and shrugged her coat round her shoulders waiting for Deanne to get to her feet. Two hours later Deanne lay on the bed exhausted as she watched Julie pace up and down the room with her phone clamped to her ear. Deanne admired the tone of her body with the odd few strange scars here and there and the soft sheen big of her glowing skin. That tits sent a thrill through her rough pussy. Jeremy wrapped his hands around me and squeezed my ass with both hands. General Augustus quickly gained a reputation for not blowjob taking any prisoners, exterminating very Greek settlement his army would pass by. ​​ My desire for you was growing larger each day. Gross.” 19 - Camp All of these had happened at some time, but this was the first time they had happened all at the same time. 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