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Being a woman in my mid-40s, I had never been married before, had kids, or been in any really serious relationships. It wasn't that I wasn't attractive, I was just really picky and more career-oriented than anything. When the neighbors had moved in several years ago, next door to me, I had noticed that they had a teenage son. A very attractive teenage son. I soon became friends with his mother and found that this year he had turned 18 years old. That was last month.

Susan put the laptop down in front of Brenda and Kelly. She began showing them her slideshow of the photos of the night before. Susan had photoshopped them a little, but they still looked very real and legitimate. The girls' jaws dropped and they were horrified at what they saw. "Buuu...but..." Brenda stammered. “Are those us in those pictures?" "Yes. See?" "I blew some of them up and you can clearly see our faces." Susan smiled. "Kelly, you were delicious by the way."

The girls walked over to the bar and ordered their drinks. They had a few drinks and began relaxing. Tina asked Sara if she could go and dance on the dance floor because her favorite song was playing. Sara nodded her head yes. Tina was dancing very sexy on the dance floor. She was swaying her hips and rubbing her hands all over her body. A couple of guys noticed this and danced over to her and soon enough she was in between the two guys as they were rubbing all over her body.

We have another fun day planned today.” Sara said. It was Friday, but their classes didn’t start until that afternoon. It was 5 am Friday morning. Which meant, Sara had the whole afternoon and weekend with Tina to do what she pleased. Later, when the girls awoke, Tina came downstairs. Sara was at the breakfast nook sipping a cup of coffee. “Sounds like you had a wild night last night.” Sara taunted Tina.

I had graduated college and wanted to spread my wings and venture out into the world. I had been attending college for four years and needed a refreshing break. I had made a lot of money that I had saved away from being a Dominatrix and decided that it was now time to enjoy it. A friend of mine in the Dominatrix business had told me about Amsterdam and to me it sounded like the perfect place to visit. Little did I know that I would end up living there for two years! I booked a flight to Amsterdam, Holland (The Netherlands). I had no idea what things were in store there for me.

Standing in front of me was the statuesque body of a woman with long black wavy hair, blue eyes, legs that wouldn't quit and breasts that were perched upon top of a leather corset. Her waist was cinched and her hips were round. She had an hourglass figure. She had a whip that was round in a circle on a clasp on her corset that dangled. This woman was not here for good. No, she was here to cause pain and torture to me, at any cost. The woman was my wife.