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... promise I’ll behave,” she blushed as soon as the words left her lips. I stared at her breasts as they jiggled and danced as she patted the stool. My eyes darted from her breasts to the wedding band on her finger. Victoria noticed, as I hoped she would have. “Our husbands rented a boat and will be fishing all day,” she informed me with a friendly smile. “Ladies, I would love to stay and chat over a few drinks, but, I have to pack. I have to be at the airport in a few hours. I came here on business, unfortunately.” “Where is home for you, Gil?” Victoria asked. “Toronto,” I answered. She reached in her beach bag and pulled out a pen and handed it to me. I looked at the logo imprinted on it. I recognized the logo. It was from a prestigious property management company in Toronto. “Small world,” I grinned. I lifted my glass, nodded to Victoria and downed the rest of my drink. “Have a safe trip home, Gil.” “Enjoy your vacation. It was a pleasure meeting you, Victoria. Perhaps, we will run into each other in Toronto.” “I look forward to that day,” she grinned and winked at me. I leaned in close to her, our faces inches apart and whispered, “Be careful what you wish for, Victoria,” and winked back at her. I thought of her on the flight home. How the skimpy white bikini had barely covered her breasts and pussy. Her bikini top lifted her breasts and held them loosely in place. How her breasts would jiggle when she laughed. Her bikini bottom left most of her hips and firm ass cheeks on ...

... display. And that bruise, that beautiful bruise on her delicate skin. I wanted to adorn her soft flesh with my rope, bruises and marks. My cock throbbed for her. I imagined Victoria completely submitting to me. Completely giving her mind and body to me, to do what I pleased with. Her breasts bound cruelly tight and her wrists tied behind her back. Her legs bound and spread apart. I imagined how she would willingly and hungrily obey me, how I would make her cum. Rope marks, bruises and welts adorning her beautiful form. I wanted her body as my canvas to paint my desires on, and mark her as mine. Two weeks had passed since I had met her. I decided to call the phone number on the pen and ask to speak to Victoria. The receptionist politely informed me that Victoria was in a meeting and asked if I would like to leave a voice mail for her. I asked if she would let Victoria know I called and for her to call me back when she had a moment. She assured me she would relay my message. A few hours later my cell phone rang. The screen displayed the number of the person calling in big white numbers. The area code and first three digits were the same as the numbers on the pen Victoria had given me. I let the call go to voicemail. A short high pitched chime from my cell phone announced that Victoria had left a voice message. I stared at my phone for a few minutes. Images of Victoria in her white bikini ran through my mind. My cock strained against my pants. I shifted in my chair and listened ...