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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 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 Big Boobs 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. 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 stockings 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 masturbation 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 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 Solo 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 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 of her glowing skin. Deanne could see her totally shaved pussy revealing her pussy lips that were still puffy and gleaming from their recent bouts of lovemaking. Deanne hadn’t had such a willing and eager partner for so many years, in fact the last girlfriend she remembered who took that enthusiastically to being fucked with a strap on was Kelly, and that ended over 10 years ago. Julie finished the call and turned to Deanne who had slipped the strapon off and Deanne was half hoping that Julie might decide to pick it up and Toys use it her. Julie smiled broadly at Deanne as she said, “Sorry about that interruption Deanne and before you get to sample Perro Mundo I want to sample you myself,” and with that Julie slid down Deanne’s body and positioning herself between her thighs and started to go to work with her talented tongue. With her firmly in place she saw all seven of the Company stand back and simply look at her. He figured that the first chore in order would be to wash down the trail dust at the familiar salon to his previous visits. I breathed in as I forced myself to look away and... � 'The Breaking?' As we walked I just let the skirt do whatever the wind wanted, except when we were close to young kids. In the light of the tv, I saw the glistening of his pre-cum seeping from his pee opening. Aunt Sue was divorced stockings and lived by Big Boobs herself in a small town outside of Ashville. She slowly rocked her hips and masturbation whimpered quietly as she forced her hand from between her own legs. Their lips met and Megan worked her magic. Maybe if that ban got approved, she could tap my ass. In a way he almost felt as if he had to prove something, to himself and Toys to Tegan. Grant swatted her ass as he Solo drove his fuck rod into her again and again. Her tangy cream stained my chin. Her eyes get large and I see she is now pissed off.