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Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound pattern with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little town in North weal and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the due east Midlands of England. It was a intrepid decision to stool as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertising in a BDSM clip that individual had left in the stylist where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did involve to do something because my life story was so dingy and boring. Even the consultation for the job was improbable, but I was so dire to interchange my life-time that I did everything that was asked of me, and I was finally offered the job.

Shortly after starting the job my employer ( Jon ) told me to save a Journal of my new life-time, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to learn my Journal you will discover that my kinship with Jon is rather unlike to that of to the highest degree employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a animation that just could not be more satisfying or enjoyable. I love my life-time and all the slight adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my peg, I have no physical structure hairsbreadth below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small-scale ( ish ), saucy breasts that have belittled aureoles and colossus tit. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does cling out a bit. In my puss brim I have 2 little atomic number 79 gang that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my sassing. It's about an inch long with a little circular head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bra, knickers, trousers, leging or shorts ; and 90 % of my doll and dress can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy young lady, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a cracking thrill from letting former citizenry see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the people who asked.

Jon told me to barricade writing my Journal in the summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more interesting experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for estimation for piddling adventures or incidents that we could cook up to birth some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the textbook in my Journal, and one or two that are very standardized to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my journal. At number 1 I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that person thought our escapade were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Me on CD in capital of Cuba

right field, Jon had to go to Miami on business ( computer software ). It was a bit of a upsurge job but he told me that I was going to go with him because he wanted me to get some sun on my 27th birthday.

As usual Jon had more apparel with him than I did ( well he was going to business meetings and I was expecting to spend near of the time by hotel pools or on a beach ). Jon decided that I would wear just a coat and shoes until we got onto the airplane so off we set with Jon driving down to Heathrow. Once the car got warm I had to unfasten my coat and keep open it all-embracing heart-to-heart. No excitation on the journey ( it was night ), but Jon did get me to give him a blowjob half way down the M40.

No trouble going through the airport either, Jon got me to remove my kitty-cat rings a few months ago so the metal detectors didn't have anything to bleep at.

After we'd taken off Jon opened his briefcase and gave me a little software program. He told me to make it to the toilet and put it on. It contained one of my dilute cotton mini-dresses and one of my remote control controlled vibes. As I put that in I got a bit wet with the anticipation of what I was expecting Jon to do to me without actually touching me. As I got back to my seat Jon told me to take the coat off before I sat down. As I climbed over Jon to get to my nates ( middle one of three ) the woman on the other side of my posterior looked at me and I saw her eyebrows wage increase as I leaned over Jon. I guess that she'd noticed that the top of my dress was hanging down ( it's a bit baggy, especially as I never fasten the top two buttons ) and she must have seen my breasts. As I sat down I made sure that my dress wasn't between my pussy and the bottom. I didn't want to get off the plane with a big wet patch on the rear of my dress.

The adult female smiled at me and said,"I expect that it will be quite quick when we land."I said that I hoped so, and got myself comfortable for the farseeing flight.

It was about 30 minutes before Jon gave me the first good time from the vibe. He'd waited until a few arcminute after the woman next to me started talking to me again. She was a bit of a persnickety bitch who fancied herself. She started telling me about herself and her servant, how it was Nice to get them to run around after her. When Jon switched the vibe on it caught me by surprise a bit and I gasped and grabbed the seat blazon. Both Jon and the char asked me if I was all right hand at the Same time. Jon went on to ask me if he could get anything for me. Not thinking too well I said,"No, I'm all right than you Master."

After a few seconds the woman said,"Your husband seems to care for you a lot."Oh, he's not my husband, he's my Master, and yes, he does give care for me a lot."I replied."You mean ….."she started to say, but I interrupted her saying,"Yes, he is my Master, and I am his hard worker. I am his, I am devoted to him, and I obey his every command, without hesitation."“ Blimey !"she retorted."That's flaky. Really freaky, I thought I was the favourable one with servants, but to have mortal who's a, a submissive, your err. master copy is a very lucky man. Do you do everything that everyone tells you ?"“ I obey only him."I said."pathos,"she said, looking at me with a funny but naughty expression on her face. She was staring at my legs and short-circuit clothes."So if I were to ask you to do something for me, your captain wouldn't allow it ?"she said."I obey only my captain,"I repeated,"I'm forbidden, to touch anyone else, or have anyone touch me unless my master copy William Tell me to it."

Just then Jon interrupted and asked me if I wanted a drink. I said,"Yes please, I'm starting to get a bit warm."With that he switched the vibe off. I guessed that he'd realised that the vibe was starting to do its job. Jon got me a ice of wine and it wasn't long before I was feeling sleepy. I dozed off and when I woke up the succeeding top two and the bottom two buttons of my dress weren't fastened, Jon had undone them while I was dreaming about him fucking me on a gorgeous beach with about half a dozen citizenry watching us. There was then only four buttons left fastened. If it hadn't been for the behind in straw man of me and the fact that I was in the heart buns of three, I would take in had a minor problem of the great unwashed being able to see my bald pubes.

"I see that your schoolmaster like to keep you ready for anything,"the cleaning lady next to me said. I looked at her in a bewilder way and she continued."The lack of underwear, I couldn't avail but posting when you were sleeping and leaning on your ‘ Master ’. It must have been a nice dreaming, you were obviously enjoying it."

My cunt was quite wet, and Jon must have heard the cleaning woman because he switched the vibe on again.

Jon had woken me up because it was time to eat and just then the ‘ cabin attendant'asked me what I'd like to wassail with my meal.

The ease of the flight of steps was quite uneventful - unless you call 2 orgasms as I pretended to watch the cinema consequential as Jon brought me slowly to, and over the verge twice. I'm sure that the fair sex knew what was going on ; she kept giving me these strange, knowing smiles.

It was rattling getting off the plane into a very strong, gentle breeze.

When we arrived at the Hotel it was great, very big and posh, our room was on the 15th level and had a great thought out to the sea ( looking sideways ). It was late at night so we went straight to bed. Jon let me cod him to my 3rd orgasm in the last 24 hours.

William Ashley Sunday

Next morning, my birthday, Jon woke me up by playing with my kitty for a piece then lifting my ramification over his articulatio humeri and ramming his dick hard into me. I'd woken-up while he'd been fingering me ( grotesque way to wake-up ), but I pretended to be gone right until he rammed into me. There's no way I could sleep through that, and Jon knows that.

It was just a easy, thin cotton dame and tight thermionic valve top for me to breakfast, and Jon's juices running down my legs and onto the eatery hindquarters. The chick is very short and low slung, if I pull it down as far as it will go you can see the top of my pubes - not that it's easy to tell apart cos I don't have any fuzz there.

After breakfast we went for a long pass, it was great feeling the lovingness of the sun. Jon had to go and meet a business guest in the afternoon so I spent it by the hotel syndicate. I wore a Wicked Weasel bikini that Jon got over the internet from Commonwealth of Australia that's so pocket-sized that a ring Aid would cut through more. The stuff is so thinly that you can see the unlike colouring material of my nipples and it hugs every contour of my crack and protruding clit.

The atmosphere round the pool was a bit dinner dress and I didn't tone like going topless, but I did get quite a few looks in that bikini.

That evening Jon took me to a posh restaurant for a big natal day dinner. candle, wine, the lot. I was wearing aught but a very small, whiten backless apparel and shoes, the spinal column of the garb is so low cut that you can see the top of the crack of my ass so it was obvious that I had nothing on underneath. I was half expecting Jon to tell me to wear a vibe or Ben Wa or something, but he didn't. Instead he got me drunkard and had to half carry me back to the hotel.

Monday

Jon was gone when I woke-up and I grabbed a bottle of water and went out onto the balcony in my usual quietus attire - nothing. I sat there for about an hour soaking-up the sun not caring who - if anyone could see me. Later I put on a two-piece wench and top ( no rear ) and went to a fast food place next threshold for some breakfast before going for a swim in the hotel pool. I'd only gone back to the way to pull in a towel, not to put anything else on, so I had the pleasance of swimming virtually bottomless. The situation seemed more relaxed and I flashed a couple of the server by lifting my knees up on the sun recliner as they walked towards me. One waiter even went round the puddle and came back for a secondment facial expression. He adjusted the chairs and reclining chair near my feet so that he could get a longer looking. To reinforce him I opened my legs a bit. I smiled at him as well, but he only saw my lower sassing smiling at him.

That afternoon I decided to go to the hotel gym. I needed to get some exercise, and besides, I'd seen a nice 6 pack go in there and I wanted to taunt him a bit. I took a duet of Jon's unlined running boxershorts and a harvest top with me to wear. The shorts are way too big for me, so they leave my pussy well exposed when I open my branch. I managed to experience a bit of fun and left the place with a couple of men with bulges in their shorts.

That evening we had dinner in the hotel and then stayed in the hotel bar. We sat on this heavy very soft lounge that we almost disappeared into. My bum was lower than my knee joint and as I never cross my legs, just about everyone who walked passed and looked could see my pussy. We got amazing help from the same server who stared at me by the pool. Poor bloke, his trousers must have been real uncomfortable that night.

Tues

Jon arranged for me to go on one of those rubber-necking go. I suppose it was interesting, but a bit drilling at times. By the end of it I was getting a bit fed-up with an old man who kept trying to get near me and reach my leg. I know it was my fault for letting him look up my doll, I suppose I should have scared him off by saying,"come on then, get it out and fuck me right here, you've been trying to for long enough,"loud sufficiency for the others to see, but I didn't.

When Jon came back to the hotel he told me that he'd got a bit of a problem, the job there was going to necessitate a lot longer than he'd expected and he was supposed to be flying over to Havana the future day, but he wouldn't be finished Miami. He had to get some software to a client there and they were having problems with their internet connection and they weren't convinced that they'd manage to download it on sentence. He'd arranged for me to ask a written matter over there just in case. I was a little nervous as I'd never flown on my own, nor been to a strange state on my own. Jon told me that I didn't have to do much, just fly in, go over the road to the domestic aerodrome and wait until about 2 pm when the Santiago flight got in. The guest would encounter me. I'd give him a CD and then charm the 3:40 pm flight back. When I asked Jon how the man would know which woman to come near he laughed and told me that there wouldn't be many slim, blond white girlfriend there showing lots of frame.

We had a quieten night in the hotel bar.

Wed

Next morning we were up early. Jon told me to wear one of my twinkle, unawares cotton plant ‘ A'wench and thinly White person halter-top. The skirt is a low slung one that relies on the size of my pelvic girdle and abdomen to stick around up. I did superintend to misplace it once when I really held my stomach in when I was in a apparel shop. No one was around so the effort was wasted - except for knowing that I could do it if I wanted to. I also wore sensible shoes, shades and my Ben Wa musket ball ( Jon's guild ).

After breakfast Jon gave me my tickets, the CD, some money, and put me in a taxi to the airdrome. Before he shut the taxi door he gave both my nipples a tweak and said,"Don't get your white top dirty playing with them too much."I smiled at him and we drove off with 2 bullets pushing out my top and a little prickling between my legs.

No problems at Miami airport except that Ben set off the security measures alarm. This surety man moved this wand thing close to me all over, smiled at me then let me go.

The scant flight of stairs was uneventful except for the vibrations of the airplane bouncing Ben about a bit. It was a undecomposed job that I'd made sure that my bird wasn't between my pussy and the seat.

It was still early on when I got to capital of Cuba so I went to a bite bar and had a deep brown before walking over to the domestic help airport. The main drome was quite nice, but the domestic drome is a bit of a run-down dump. I wasn't looking forward to the longsighted wait.

I was wandering around looking for somewhere to sit down and wait when I was approached by a security man. He asked me for my passport and travel documents. After he'd looked at them he pointed his gun at me and directed me to an office that had a man, who looked as if he could be a sergeant, working on a PC. The sentry duty who took me there said some matter to the sergeant then left.

The police sergeant kept me waiting for ages before finally looking up at me. His English wasn't as just as the guard who had taken me there. He told me that there was a problem with drug smuggling and that they'd had a tip-off that some drugs would be coming into the country that day. He apologised for interrupting my journey and told me that I must understand that he had to check-out everything strange and that a beautiful blonde young lady, on her own, coming into the country was unusual. He said that he would bear to satisfy himself that I had no drugs on me.

He told me to put my bag on the desk and then told me that he was meritless, but he'd have to search me. After being scared a bit by the guard pointing his gun at me I was a bit more relaxed with the squeamish sounding, apologetic sergeant. When he said that he'd have to search me I have to intromit that I got a small delirious and my nipples went hard. I could sense them pushing my top forward. He got up and walked troll to me and told me to put my hands on my head and spread my pegleg. He then ran his finger through my fuzz and then ran his work force all over the balance of me, and I mean all over me. My nipples tingled as he lingered on my knocker, and when he ran his hands up my left leg he stopped dead when he realised that I wasn't wearing any knickers. He brought his bridge player up to his aspect and looked at my pussy juice on the English of his hand for a second before running his hired hand up my other leg. This time he lingered at my pussy before putting the palm of his hand on my pubic ivory and putting a fingerbreadth slightly inside me. I shuddered and nearly came but he removed his hand before I did.

Next he went to my bag and tipped it out onto the desk. He looked at my recommendation and then counted the money. Next he picked up the CD and asked me what it was. I told him but he opened it and 2 CDs fell out onto the desk. One has Jon's troupe logo on it but the early only had the missive ‘ V'written on it."What's on this ?"the serjeant-at-law asked. I told him that I didn't know ( which was honest ), and after a few seconds staring at it, he put it in his PC and worked on the keyboard. All of a sudden his eyes opened wider and then he said,"There's laws about pornography in this commonwealth, and you have just broken them."I hadn't a clue what he was talking about until he turned the monitor one shot so that I could see what he was looking at.

It was a video recording of me on our ‘ fucking machine ’. For any readers that haven't read component 6 of my daybook, the ‘ fucking automobile'is a machine that Jon got someone to ramp up in the rear sleeping room, or ‘ punishment'room at plate. My hands are tied above my head and the machine raises then lower berth me onto a dildo over and over again.

About 8 month ago Jon bought a telecasting camera and taped me on all the machine in the penalty way, and being punished in several ways. I knew that Jon had loaded them onto his PC but I didn't know that he was giving transcript to people.

As I watched, the video ended and with a detent another telecasting started. This one was of me spread on the whipping-T with Jon administering a wellspring deserved, and gratefully received whipping. We watched Jon whipping my tail end and pussy as I counted the apoplexy out loud. At 30 I could clearly take heed myself moaning with pleasance as I had a fantastic orgasm.

When that TV ended the sergeant-at-law looked up at me and said,"Maybe I'd better hunt you a bit more good, contain your top off,"he said. I didn't respond nimble enough and he shouted,"Now."He sounded angry and I wasn't about to get him more untune so I took my mitt off my forefront, un-tied and removed my top. My nipples were really unvoiced and tingling.

The police sergeant stared at me for a while then got up and walked round the desk to me. He stood in front of me then started mauling my white meat. He kept pulling and rolling my tit between his pollex and finger's breadth. I had a very problem keeping from moaning with pleasure.

After a few instant of this he stood back and said,"Now the dame !"What choice did I have got ? My only real concern was that he might fuck me and gift me some horrible disease. Jon doesn't get too upset if men ( or womanhood ) force me to do things just so long as I don't let them be intimate me. Not that I would have had a lot selection this metre, I was on my own with a man that had a gun strapped to his waist.

Anyway, I unfastened my skirt and stepped out of it. I was totally naked. The sergeant told me to put my men back on my brain and gap my legs again. Of course I did. He then started to slew his handwriting all over my ass and pussy. He spent a lot of time feeling my bald pubic hillock, I guess that he'd never come across one before. Eventually he pushed a digit into me and quickly pulled it out when he felt my Ben Wa Balls."What's that in your snatch ?"he said.

I said,"Ben Wa lump,"but he just looked blankly at me as told me to take aim them out. I squatted down and squeezed them out onto the storey before standing up again. He picked them up, smelt them then squeezed them. He then threw one of them back onto the floor. When it didn't break he looked at me so I said,"solid steel."He picked it up and had both of them in one hand. He was rattling them about in his hand and obviously trying to work out what they were for. They were knocking into each other and after about a minute or so a smile came on his face and he pushed them back into my pussy.

He turned to me and grabbed my pubic osseous tissue again. This time when his digit went into me there was no resistance, it went straight in. He moved it all around inside me. I couldn't help it ; I let out a moan and shuddered as I orgasmed. After he'd had enough with his finger he pulled it out and stood back."Bend over the desk,"he said.

Oh no ! I thought, he's going to fuck me. I was getting fright. I could hear him doing something and it sounded like he was undoing his pant. I thought ‘ braces yourself girl ’.

The next affair I felt was a digit going into my ass. It waggled bout and pushed quite surd into me. Then it came out. A few mo later I felt a thumb going into my ass and a fingerbreadth going into my pussy. I was then lifted up by that hired hand. That hurt.

He moved me about a bit then pulled his hand out and told me to fend up and turn and face him. I then had to spread my legs again and put my manpower on my straits. He then went round to the desk and got out this lump of charge plate with 2 metallic element bar coming out of one end about 2 inches apart. At first I didn't realise what it was, but I soon found out.

He kept me standing there for a duad of minutes before coming up to me and rubbing the twist up and down my front. He was saying something about not wanting cleaning lady like me in the country, but I wasn't really listening to him. Every time the gimmick went over my breasts or blue stomach I got a tingling in my nipples and cunt. It wasn't from the device ; it was just where it was being rubbed. I could find my juices starting to run down the interior of my legs.

Then it happened, the device was on my powerful nipple when I got this incredibly strong hurting all over. I've had the odd 240-volt shock by accident at base before, but this was like hundred of fourth dimension warm. My knees buckled and I screamed out in painfulness. Somehow I managed to stay on my feet, but I'm not sure how. After the initial painful sensation my nipple was rock hard and hurting like inferno. My pussy was responding too, I could feel an coming coming on.

Readers of my daybook will know that pain is something that gives me pleasure, the to a greater extent the painful sensation, the more the pleasure.

I looked at the police sergeant and saw the smile on his fount, and the bulge in his trousers.

The stun gun moved to my exit tit and I watched and waited. I think I saw his finger's breadth move a bit, and then I saw the grim arc of electrical energy as it jumped from one prong, through my nipple then to the other prong. This prison term I did prostration to the floor. The unbelievable pain took me over the border and I moaned and shook as I had one of the best orgasms that I'd had for weeks.

The man just watched me, and when I stopped shaking he told me to stand up again. While I was standing there he cleared just about everything off the top of the desk then told me not to motivate. He disappeared for a couple of minutes then came back with another guard.

The new guard had a safe look at me then explored my breasts and snatch with his hired hand. When he touched my mamilla and button I just about came again. My nips were intemperately than they've ever been before.

The sergeant told me to lie on my rachis on the desk. When I was there he told me to put my manpower on my head, and to spread my stage again. By that time my pussy was gaping open and I could finger their breath inside my hole as they bent down for a come together look.

I felt the stun gun prongs on my clit and got scared. I know that my pussy can take being whipped, but I didn't think that it could remove the stun gun. I tensed-up in prediction and my fount showed that I was scared.

It hit me. I've never screamed so brassy and cum so hard. My clit felt like it was a burning lead football. I'm sure that I was squirting cum out over the desk. I was shaking and sweating for what seemed corresponding hr. I vaguely remember seeing the big smiling on the two men's faces.

Then it happened again. I thought that Jon's whipping had taken me to the limits, but I was wrong. I came over and over again. I was shattered.

The one-third time it happened I just felt a bit of pain in the ass then the next thing I knew I was waking-up in a hatful on the base. The two men were still there, but there was a middle-aged woman there as well. I guess that she was their ranking as they jumped when she shouted something at them.

The men grabbed my arms and dragged me out of the room and out into the open air. My wrists were tied together and the rope was slung over a beam at the side of the building. I was pulled-up until my feet just touched the ground. rophy were tied to my ankle and my leg were pulled apart.

I've spent many hours restrained in that position so I didn't need to try to support my system of weights on my feet. I was too knackered anyway. You get used to being having little blood going to your men, and your shoulders get used to the pain.

One of the men got a bucket of water supply and threw it over me. It felt nice, and it woke me up. The man who spoke side then told me that they didn't have a prison cell there and that I'd have to stay there until my flight out of the country.

Little did he acknowledge that I like being naked out in public, especially when I have no dominance over it. Even if I had just about been killed with the botheration and pleasure.

After a minute or so I started to demand in where I was. I was at the incline of some sort of service road to the airport. There was what looked like drome prole walking up and down the road and the odd lorry going passed. The road was about 3 metres from where I was and most of the passing multitude were looking over towards me. about just looked and kept walking, but a few stopped for a patch and had a good look.

After about an 60 minutes or so some teenagers ( male child and girls ) saw me and came over to me. They were talking to each other, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. Eventually one of the boys put a hand on my impart tit. When he touched the nipple I winced, it was VERY tender and still shake hard. His mitt pulled back for a second gear but soon came back, and had a in force grope. The hand then went down to my pubes and he gave a tenuous grinning as he held my bald pubic bone. Only for a second though because it soon went in between my legs and into my pussy. When he touched my clit I really winced and tried to pull back. My clit still felt like a burning football.

They all had a grope of me, even the lady friend who seemed very concern in my lack of pubic hair and large button.

Eventually they left and I was left to hock up the sun. My slit was leaking juice all the time, but the sun was drying them before they dripped off my feet.

A couple of 60 minutes later a dirty, scruffy man came up to me. He looked like a vagabond, and a slightly slow one at that. He had a adept grope as well, and even got his peter out and tried to get it to reach my snatch. He didn't appear to have the signified ( fortunately ) to realise that he'd have to have something to fend on to get high enough.

After a few minutes he gave up and wandered off, much to the entertainment of one of the sentry go who came out to checker on me.

It was a guard that I hadn't seen before and he wasn't going to miss the chance to have a secure grope. He was a bit surprised too when he pushed a finger's breadth into me and found Ben, but that didn't stop him bringing me closing curtain to cumming them then leaving me frustrated.

By the clip the guards finally untied me I was getting a little sun-burned. They gave me my dress and told me to put them on. It was a bit unmanageable because my arms and manus were numb from having hung by my wrists for hours.

Eventually I managed it and they ‘ escorted'me to the international aerodrome and to the check-in. Walking was painful as my clit was still very tumesce and sore. After I'd checked-in they saw me through passport control then left me. I checked my handbag ; everything was there except for the CD with the video on. I guess that it ( and copies of it ) will be doing the rung in Cuba now.

The flight back to Miami was uneventful, albeit a bit terrible, and it didn't really help wearing Ben, they only seemed to make water my clit swell more. I was very thirsty and drank quite a lot of urine and beer on the flight.

When I got back to the hotel Jon was waiting in reception for me. He knew something was wrong because he'd had a phone margin call from his client. When he'd been unable to incur me he'd asked around and heard that a blonde, white young woman had been arrested. He'd decided to get out of there as soon as he could.

Jon took me up to our way then inspected the ‘ hurt ’. He assured me that my nipples were all right-hand, just swollen. When he touched them I nearly came because they were still tingling and very sensitive. I did cum when Jon inspected my clit and then retrieved Ben. After that he told me to take a ‘ cool'bath - which didn't help - apart from feeling clean again.

It was late ( ish ) that night when Jon took me to a eating house with me wearing just my red mesh frock and high cad. It was a good job that I don't wear down underwear as they would have been quite obvious. Wearing nil under it looks a lot more obvious. We got mountain of attending from the waiter but I was too fag to enjoy it.

Thursday

Jon let me catch some Z's until 8:00 am. When I woke up the sun was shining, the curtains were all-embracing unfold and Jon had taken the binding off me. I turned my head and looked out of the window to see a man on a balcony in the hotel opposite. He was staring straight at me.

There was a knock on the doorway and I heard Jon vociferation from the bathroom."Get that please V."I quickly looked for a robe or something but everything was put away. ‘ What the underworld !'I thought and opened the door in the nude. The looking on the waiter's face was invaluable. Jon had ordered breakfast and the waiter wheeled it in and set it up on the table. All the fourth dimension he kept looking over to me. I just stood and watched, still holding the door wide open.

A Whitney Young couple walked by and the man got quite a surprise when he saw me, but it was the woman who stared at me until they were passed me.

The waiter ran out of things to do to protract his stay and walked up to me and held his hand out. When I realised what he wanted I walked over to where my bag was. It was on the floor so I bent at the waistline and gave him a great persuasion of my pussy as I slowly got some money out. When I stood up I saw Jon standing in the bathroom doorway watching with a big grin on his cheek. The waiter hadn't even seen him.

After breakfast Jon told me that he'd just got one more day's work before we'd have to go home. I didn't want to be out in the sun all day because I was still a slight red from ‘ hanging around'the previous day, so Jon told me I could go shopping.

Before he left me for the day, Jon inspected my nipples and clitoris again. They were still swollen and tingling. He told me to wear something piano over my nipples and keep on walking to a minimum so I put on a silken back-less mini-dress with an ‘ A'skirt that's quite low at the back.

I went for a hack and asked to be taken to the penny-pinching mall that had lots of clothes shops. It didn't take long and I was soon slowly walking through the mall getting a measuring rod for what was there. Wow, Miami has some great store, and just about everything I saw was cheaper than in the UK.

I started in a lingerie shop and bought a slip that I'll be able to wear down as a apparel, Ultra short and slightly see-through.

Next I went into a boutique and selected three dame to try on. All three were low-slung, the character that you can easily adapt the ‘ waist'so that they feel as if they are about to descend down any second. Of course I had to take on my dress off to try the skirts on and the changing cell didn't have a mirror in it. It looked as if it did at one time because there were piece of ass that looked as if they'd held a mirror in berth once. So, to see what the skirts looked like on I had to go out into the principal boutique are. The Loretta Young girl did a bivalent take when she saw me, but carried no serving someone else.

When she'd finished serving that woman she came over to me and asked if I wanted any help. I asked her if she though the skirt looked good on me and watched her heart as she said it looked capital. Her eyes never even looked at the skirt ; they were glued to my swollen mamilla. I have to accept, my pap are big ( not like the residual of my tits ) at the Best of clock time, but they were like Jon's flip ends after the stun gun.

I turned away from her and she stopped daydreaming. She started to say something about me not being out in the master shop orbit topless, but I ignored her and I told her that I'd go and try one of the other wench on. She asked if I'd like any service. After a agile opinion I said,"Yes"and she followed me into the cubicle. Before she's closed the drape I dropped the wench I was wearing, much to the pleasure of a man that had come over to see if he'd actually seen a bare-breasted woman.

The little girl stared at me again, this clock time down at my bald cunt. I let her for a few bit before asking her to pass me one of the former skirts. She woke-up again, said sorry, and got one for me. To break off the silence I told her that I never wear underclothing and hoped that she didn't mind. She said no, and told me that she didn't either. And just to leaven it, she lifted her bird at the front to expose a nicely trimmed George Herbert Walker Bush."Much nicer being liberal isn't it ?"she said."Absolutely"I replied.

I gave her the skirt back and asked her to put in on me for me, she seemed a footling surprised, but unfastened it and turn away down holding it spread for me to maltreat into it. As I did she saw my intumesce clit and said,"That looks painful."“ It is"I said,"it needs some TLC"wondering if she'd volunteer. She didn't and when both legs were in she slit the wench up to my hips. The skirt fastened at the front and her soft appease hand felt good on my stomach as she slowly fastened it. I slid it down onto my hips and said,"Let's go and see what it looks like."She started to say something, but I eased passed her and out to where the nearest mirror was. The man was still there, pretending to be looking at crest on a rack.

The young woman followed me and watched as I smoothed the material down. I told her that I wanted to see if I could get it any lower so I adjusted the fastener and pulled it down on my coxa again."Oops !"I said as the skirt slid too far down my hips and down to the floor. acerate leaf to say I didn't surge after it, in fact I looked over at the man and the lady friend to make certain that they were looking before I stepped out of it and twist ( at the shank ) to beak it up. The man got a great view of my kitty-cat and I felt a bit of a rush of juice as I looked between my legs to watch him watching me.

I picked the skirt up and walked back into the cubicle, and turned to learn the missy following me, and the man staring at me.

I tried-on the third skirt with the girl fiddling round the top of the crack of my ass to fix it. I didn't like that one so I took it off and I put my dress back on. The man looked a bit disappointed when I appeared with my wearing apparel on.

I bought the start wench that I tried-on, it felt just, looked good, could easily bobble up in the jazz, and could easily be adjusted so that it wouldn't take much for it to fall down.

From there I went for a coffee at a café in subject area of plaza. I sat there right next to where lots of people were walking towards me. I never cross my pegleg, but with my painful swollen-headed clitoris I needed to pay it quite a little of room so that it didn't scathe more. I noticed one old man go round three clip to get to see more. When I saw him coming the third time I deliberately opened my legs wider so that he really could see everything. I think I made that old man's day. I had three cups of coffee berry before I finally moved on.

Next I decided to go up and down the escalator a few times. I wanted to micturate a few men's balls ache and maybe get a few wet patched on the front of their trousers.

I know, I'm a real tease.

I spotted one man following me up a couple of multiplication ; he had this bag that had long handles so the bag was nearly on the trading floor. I thought I saw a video camera pointing up out of it so I thought I'd make his efforts worthwhile. I timed it so that I was right in front of him as we got onto the escalator then stood with my feet about a foot apart. Half way up I lifted my left foot up a measure and leaned forward to rub my foot. I looked back down my side and saw the bag virtually in between my leg. I saw a red Christ Within in the bag as well.

When I walked off the top of the escalator I went to a shop window and stood looking in, with my feet well apart. I felt the bag thicket against my feet but didn't move. Eventually I saw him walk away ; I guess he was delight with his efforts.

Next it was the obligatory shoe shop. There's no way I can go shopping without flashing my kitty to some favorable male shoe shop assistant, and by that time it was a very damp pussy. I waited around just looking until this Lester Willis Young man was free. As he walked over to me I could see him looking me up and down. I didn't disappoint him and by the fourth dimension I left he was as close to cumming as I was.

I was dying for a trade good fuck so I got a hack back to the hotel and went up to our room to wait for Jon. Fortunately I didn't have to waitress long and Jon was just as lancinate to have me on the balcony as I was to have him. It still hurt when Jon caressed my nipples and clit.

We had a tranquillize night in the hotel restaurant and bar that night.

Friday

Jon inspected my mamilla and button again. They were still swollen and throbbing. Jon then took me out onto the balcony and had me as I looked down onto the swimming pool country. After he shot his burden into me and gone soft, he pulled out and slapped my backside.

We went down for breakfast with me in a little halter-top and short skirt with our juice running down the interior of my legs.

After breakfast Jon told me we were going for a manner of walking. I had to go and change into what is basically 3 rectangles of material. The one that goes over my knocker is held with 2 cords, one troll my cervix and the former round my physical structure, a bit like a bikini top, but totally indispose. The early 2 rectangles cut through my bum and pussy. A cord goes round my articulatio coxae to hold them in property. When Jon got me to crap it he got me to admit a detachable cord that goes in between my branch to the bottom of the rectangles. It's to break the front man or back blowing right up. As it turned out that cord stopped a few people seeing my bum and twat because it was quite windy that day. Jon also got me to take a couple of little towels - just in case.

After walking a Roman mile or so Jon saw a shop selling things for the beach. He went in and got us some flipper, masks and schnorkel. He'd decided that we were going swimming.

There was no way that I could strip naked and go swimming, not there, so I had to swim wearing what I had on. The piss was cold at first, but I soon got used to it, especially with Jon messing about. With only those 3 rectangles on it felt as if I was naked. Swimming naked is a feeling that I really enjoy.

As I said, Jon was messing about a lot, and it was only when a man, who was also wearing a mask, spent quite a tenacious time getting close to me and swimming round and under me that I decided to attend to see what he could see. Imagine my surprise when I realised that all 3 rectangles had gone. Apart from the masquerade party and fin I was naked. I swam over to Jon and asked him if he knew. He told me that I'd been like that for long time, but he wasn't going to differentiate me.

We carried on swimming and messing about for a while longer until the man got world-weary and left. Then Jon took me to a shallower bit and fucked me.

After that there was the problem of getting out of the water system and back to the hotel. I asked Jon if I could borrow his shorts and shirt but he said"no."

Jon got out of the water and was getting dry while I stayed in waiting for things to get a bit quieter. Eventually I decided that I'd have to make a relocation. There was this gracious hunk walking down the H2O edge on his own. I stood up and walked straight passed him to Jon. His expression was a picture. Jon was just amused by it.

I dried myself and wrapped one of the towels round myself. It was way too small and wouldn't tie properly. It only just covered my bum and pussy. Anyone walking passed me on my left wing would be able to see that I was naked under it. And with me not being able-bodied to tie it there was a great risk that it would settle down anyway.

Jon decided to get a hack back to the hotel and the driver had a upright expression as I got in. At the hotel the doorman got a real eyeful when he opened my door. In the lift Jon took the towel off me and gave me the flipper to persuade. I had to walk all along the corridor to our room totally naked except for 2 pairs of fin. A middle-aged couple looked really surprised when they came out of their elbow room rightfulness in battlefront of me.

We were on an evening flight back to the UK so after a cascade Jon told me to get us packed. Jon left me in reception while he went and bought something. When he came back with nothing I asked him what he'd bought. It was a daze gun and he'd posted it to himself. He reckoned that it stood a improve probability of getting though in the Wiley Post rather than us carrying it. He said that they're illegal in the UK.

There was no problem in the drome because Jon told be to behave Ben in my bag. No metal detector trouble. Once we cleared security I had to put them in. I was pleased because the low quiver of the flight of stairs keep me excited.

The flight was nearly empty-bellied and we settled in a window seat. After some food and drink I leaned over and dozed off with my headland on Jon's lap. When I woke-up I had a mantle over me, Jon told me that he'd got a hostess, sorry cabin crew person, to get one for me. It was so quiet, and Ben had been at piece of work, so I got Jon's dick out and filled my mouth.

After a couple of bit Jon decided that we should renew our membership of the stat mi high school club. I don't think that anyone saw us go into the pot but as we were walking back to our stern a stewardess walked passed us and gave me that ‘ knowing smiling ’. In the toilet Jon lifted me up straight away and opened my legs. Before I knew it he was pushing his peter into me. Problem was he'd draw a blank that I was wearing Ben. He didn't injury himself and quickly put his finger in and got them out. The surprise hadn't cooled him down and he came quite quickly.

The seat was quite wet by the time we landed at Heathrow.

It was the Dominicus before my piquantness and clit were back down to their normal sizing and the stun gun arrived the espouse Wed. Jon keeps it on display in the penalty room. He hasn't used it on me yet, he's teasing me because he knows that I'll enjoy it. Each time he mentions it he checks my pussy and finds that I've got a bit wetter.

That was my offset experience of United States ( and Cuba ) ; I hope Jon takes me back there soon. I also hope that Jon gets me to write about Sir Thomas More of our adventure soon ; it's courteous remembering them and getting rouse as I write all the details.

Love

Vanessa