<strong>Tabitha Davies</strong><br/><br/>My eyes gazed at Jess before she sat down and I noticed her putting her camera away, I didn't even see it on our way here. Oh wait! I know why! That is because I never looked back. I looked at her and smiled<strong>"horny with taking pictures again babes?"</strong>I teased her and giggled.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Surprise me, Tabby. I'll take whatever you're having,"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Her words came out exactly as soon as I finished reading through the menu, I smiled and looked around for a waiter, my focus wasn't at its sharpest, the hunger was controlling me. There didn't seem to be any waiters around and I kept looking around desperately before I felt Jessica's nudge and little murmur<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I'll be..." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>and automatically and involuntarily I said "Where?". I thought she found a waiter but then I paused for a split second and remembered what she has said. I looked at her and said<strong>"Huh? You'll be what dear?"</strong>.<br/><br/>Jess went on talking as if I didn't say anything, and I sensed that there is something either wrong or extraordinary happening because that is how Jessica reacts when abnormality exists.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Look at that couple over there. Is that girl wearing cuffs and a leash?" "What do you make of that?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><em>'Cuffs? Leash? Did I hear her right?'</em>I looked at her as she hid her face behind the menu. "Where? Where?" I wanted to see and I looked around and saw one of the sexiest sights I have even seen in my life! A tall blonde woman feeding a little Asian cutie with the Asian's wrists cuffed behind her back and a collar around her neck with its leash wrapped around the blondie's wrist. My jaw dropped in response to the sight and as a normal reaction to my wild nature.<strong>"Wow"</strong>is the only thing i could say.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"What do you make of that?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Shshshsh!" I told Jess as I continued watching, rudely, one can say. I felt a tingle in my cunt as I knew what it was, it was BDSM and the blondie was Mistress and the Asian was slave! I have heard about BDSM, and I briefly read about it in the internet but I never saw it in front of my bare eyes. My impression about it was ruthless sex,<em>'not that I mind it'</em>I giggled to myself, but the caring and affection the blondie had towards her little Asian was eye-catching. It was beautiful..... and exciting. It attracted me in some way as I kept watching closely before the blonde Mistress stood up, pulled on the leash, nodded for a woman at the bar and left some money on the table.<br/><br/>My eyes never wanted to leave but a waiter just approached us out of nowhere asking if we were ready to order. I looked at him disappointingly and said<strong>"The Cyclades elite sea food collection please, and two cold mojitos to kill the hot weather"</strong>I winked at the waiter and smiled. The elite seafood collection seemed drooling with grilled shrimps, fried calamari and fish fingers. The waiter finished writing down the order and disappeared and by then I remembered that Jess asked me a question.<em>'What do you make out of that? Was that the question?'</em>I thought.<br/><br/>My eyes wandered to look deep into Jess's eyes, I was obviously aroused, my wild and adventurous nature cannot handle such naughty sights without feeling playful.<strong>"This is what they call BDSM darling.... The blonde is the Mistress and that cute little Asian is the slave....."</strong>I said in a warm and low voice then added in a louder tone<strong>"You know what BDSM is! Right?"</strong>I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't.