Hand in hand, they stopped often to kiss, neither ready for the weekend to end. When they reached the top of the steps leading down to the dock, they lingered, allowing the others to board the waiting plane.As they trickled past, Sydney recognized a few from the dungeon last night. Josie from the St. Andrew’s cross and her dom Russell passed them with a nod and a smile. She was wearing a conservative dress and he was in a suit, his jacket folded neatly over his arm. It was hard to believe they were the same couple she’d heard climaxing loud enough to rattle the windows last night. Sydney couldn’t help watching them, Russell solicitously helping her down the stairs, both exchanging soft looks and gentle touches.“Baby, you’re staring.”She jerked her eyes away, shaking her head. “They were naked less than ten feet from me last night and that’s the least surprising thing that I saw. Now they look so normal.”“The pretty yellow dress you’re wearing looks normal and just last night you were strapped to a bench while I slapped your pussy with a riding crop.
