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Time flies when you’re having a great time! As soon as the wheels touch the ground in Genoa, Italy I receive an automated text message on my phone. “VERNAZZA” it reads. I look up the location on my phone using the maps. The fastest way to get there is by train. From the looks of it, the train station is a few blocks from the airport and has regular service to and from the region of Vernazza. The next train leaves in about 45 minutes. teen Once the plane is completely stopped and parked at the hangar, Emily opens up the main cabin door and the flight deck door for the pilots. She makes an announcement on the PA, “Welcome to Genoa Italy!” I grab my bags and walk to to the front of the plane. “Good luck Mr. Porter on all your future endeavors.” Emily reaches and gives me a hug acting polite and professional as both of the pilots are in sight of us. If only they knew about her little “celebration” she did for me. “Thanks for everything Emily. God speed and wish you well.” I say my thanks to both pilots for the safe flight and make my way into the hangar which leads to a small terminal. Inside the terminal, I’m surprised to see a gentleman in a suit holding a sign with the name “Oliver Porter.” “Mr. Porter?” I greet him as he tells me that he is my transportation to the train station. I thank him as he fetish helps me with my bags to the taxi. As we drive along the coast of Italy, I stare at the crystal blue waters and the lush greenery all around me. I really think I’m gonna like it here! I’m thankful for Mr. Roberto, the taxi driver, for the ride to the train station as it was about a 15 minute drive away from the airport, not a few blocks as I initially thought it to be. We Brunette arrive at the station and Mr. Roberto helps me with my bags into the station. “Train 7 will arrive shortly and will take you to Vernazza.” “Thank you Mr. Roberto for your kindness and help.” We part ways as I wait for my train to take me to my new home. The wait is short and I’m able to hop on the train over to Vernazza. The ride took just under two hours. I look at the name of the train stop I’m instructed to get off at. I grab my bags and head to the lobby area of the station. I small tits remembered Jeff’s instructions about texting the only contact on my phone. I text “ARRIVED” to a Heather P. on my phone. I’m still confused as to who this Heather is. Is BDSM she a tour guide? “Okay,” he said grudgingly, “just keep him on your side of the bed.” The End... “I know!” she moaned, trembling on the bed. Then I’m really surprised because Ben pulls out the Brunette waste band on the front of my shorts and looks down the front at my panties! A taste he knew well, by then. My BDSM hands pulled her tight to my lips. “Thank god it’s not mine.” You won't care about who I'm with or what I do.” Kit said looking at her nude body, feeling her naked thigh pressed against his pants. ‘Your arse is gorgeous. They swirled around each other. The stools were only 4 inches high but the top was extremely small. Amanda dipped small tits down again, her tongue sliding tenderly up and down the girl’s clit, then sliding sloppily along the border of the girl’s labia. “Yeah, get it girl.” Madison laughed. Tom roughly grabbed the back of my fetish head, holding my face tight against his groin. She asked what that was. “You are like a brother to me”, I said. He felt its weight and warmth in his big strong hand. Just then teen she heard Olive's door open and cried out “Thank God you’re here, don’t tell me anything yet. She smiled and I felt her neck move with her words.