MILENA Vasiliki would scarcely have been recognised by her colleagues or neighbours and BDSM certainly not by the fetish scene which knew her as the Steppenwolfin . Her tiny skirt and daringly low-cut lace top showed off a perfect figure which was more usually hidden under jeans and chequered shirts. Her short, dark hair had been elegantly dressed and she wore a few items of discrete and expensive jewellery in place of her usual leather bracelets and wooden beads. Quite comfortable with this new domina image, she relaxed in the calfskin luxury of The Greek’s prized Bentley, sipping at a chilled mineral water while the limousine rolled smoothly along the clifftop to one of his remoter dachas. One perfect, black-varnished fingernail tapped on the walnut trim in time to the music of a Russian jazz trio as she enjoyed the majestic scenery through tinted windows. From time to time she glanced at Milena in the driver’s seat. Her blonde hair was pulled up under a traditional peaked cap to reveal a finely sculpted neck above the collar of her chauffeuse uniform. “Are you hot, my sweet?” she asked suddenly. The blonde’s eyes smouldered at her from the driving-mirror. “I am terrified, Vasiliki” she replied, her hands tightening on the wheel as she turned her attention back to the road. “And I have never been so wet” she added more huskily. “Perfect”. With languid grace Vasiliki asian lifted one arched foot onto the seat beside her and pushed aside black silk lingerie to stroke lazily at her cunt. “Perhaps I will toy with you before I kill and eat you. Like a cat, you see”? Over a quiet passage in the music she heard a little moan from the front seat and allowed herself a sly smile while she caressed her breasts. “Please take me” Milena begged in a trembling voice. “You must choose the place” Vasiliki purred while frigging quite brazenly. “Stop the car somewhere suitable once we’re inside The Greek’s property. Be naked when you open the door for me”. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply before continuing. “And have a knife ready”. They drove in silence for a whole kilometre while Vasiliki abandoned herself completely to the exquisite touch of her own fingers, sighing as she slithered out of her clothes and ran her hands delicately up and down her body. The Bentley whispered to a stop under the shade of two bragania trees at a bend in the road and she waited eagerly for japan Milena to come for her, quivering with anticipation. “Have me” she murmured as she opened the rear door, nude but for cap and boots and proffering a gleaming hunting-knife with a black grip. Vasiliki licked her lips as she stepped out. “You are such a slut” she said, running a fingertip down Milena’s face and throat to rest on her breastbone. “You look like a Troma actress in this outfit. But leave it. I like it”. “The knife?” Milena held it towards her, hilt first. Vasiliki fetish grinned and shook her head. “Look amongst those trees and bushes” she ordered. I guess because I could relate more to the straight people. Oh well, she seems to know how to turn domina me on so I will roll with it. When he does, she pulls his suit down and sucks on his hard fetish cock. Jerry couldn’t help but burst out laughing. With only one usable hand it took him a while before he got them on; but he managed. I was first up that morning and had two paper cups of bitter hotel coffee ready when she roused. We could really use it when we got home. How I found the strength to catch her and hold her against me, I japan have no idea. If you’re asian still here when she needs changed again, you can help.” “Yes, I call it the ‘Naughty Factor’. I looked at her in amazement as this mature experienced cougar was trying to wear BDSM me and my BBC out.