2:35 p.m. :: 2003-05-01
Finding Cassandra - Part II

Cassandra still had no idea what city she was in. She called down to room service and asked that a paper be sent up.

She wandered around the lavish room, still horny, pussy still craving satisfaction. God, with all the sex she thought about, was she some kind of high-priced call girl? Was she the kept woman, the mistress of a powerful man - or woman, for that matter?

The paper arrived under the door - was Brian too exhausted, she giggled inwardly - and she saw that it was the TORONTO STAR. Ah, she was in Toronto Canada. She was vaguely familiar with this city, she knew.

She got dressed in a short mini, heels and sexy white lace blouse and decided to go out. What would she do for money, she pondered? Did she have credit cards that would tell her who she was.

She looked in the purse laying on the table nearby and found no cards or ID - but money, lots of it. Someone was certainly keeping her well.

She arrived at the front desk and after a few inquiries, found she was in one of the more prominent downtown Toronto hotels. She asked for directions to a store that sold lingerie and was sent to a store a scant few blocks away.

Stiletto heels clicking on the pavement, she walked the few blocks, enjoying the warm sun and the breeze through her long locks.

She arrived at the lingerie store and was greeted by a slim Asian salesclerk. For the 2nd time in a day, Cassandra found herself getting aroused.

She wondered if in her past, she'd ever had sex with an Asian woman? She knew she was going to in the near future.

She picked out a few sexy items - a bustier with laces, some sexy panties, some new stockings and a pair of mules with open toes - and planned her seduction.

She went into the changeroom, nipples hard, pussy pulsing with lesbian lust. She fidgeted around for a few minutes, then called out to the salesgirl for help.

The pretty young girl came into the room, "May I be of assistance?" she asked Cassandra.

"I am having a bit of trouble getting the bustier laced up, Miss....?"

"My name is Kobe. And don't worry Miss, I have put the sign out saying back in a hour. This is my store - we will see that you are fitted properly!"

Kobe grinned at Cassandra and knelt down in front of her, applying her lips to Cassandra's dripping quim. With the first touch of the girl's adept tongue, Cassandra spasmed.

"OOhhhh, you are quite the passionate one, aren't you Miss?", Kobe asked sensually. "Let me help you with those laces now!"

Kobe UNDID the laces, letting Cassandra's breasts spring free. She nibbled on Cassandra's tits, licking the nipples into firmness.

"I have to eat her!!," Cassandra thought. "Come on darling, let's do a 69!," she suggested.

"My favourite number!" Kobe replied.

The girls got into the ages-old position, licking and lapping at each other, gorging on the juices that flowed from their aroused cunts. Quicker and quicker they licked, fingers going in and out of wet pussies, tongues swirling around each other's clits with practiced motions.

The two girls came virtually simultaneously, flooding each other's faces with juice and licking it up happily.

When Cassandra left Kobe's store a few hours later, it was with a substantial pile of lingerie at a verrrry reasonable price and the promise of another fashion show soon.

She'd solved another piece of the puzzle. She knew she'd be too wild for most men. She was no mistress - if anything, she would be the boss.

"Who am I?," she thought. "I WILL find out!"

spent :: fresh

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