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Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound form with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring universe in a piffling Ithiel Town in North Wales and went to mold as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a courageous decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM cartridge holder that person had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really bang what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life was so drab and drilling. Even the consultation for the job was unlikely, but I was so desperate to change my life sentence 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 spell a Journal of my new life-time, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my Journal you will discover that my human relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to see that I have a life sentence that just could not be more satisfying or gratifying. I love my life and all the footling dangerous undertaking that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a slight bit of fuzz that grows on my legs, I have no body fuzz below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with modest ( ish ), pert breasts that have small aureole and giant nipple. When they're heavily Jon says they're like chapel service hat wooden leg. I have a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic off-white that does cohere out a bit. In my kitty-cat sassing I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an column inch long with a short round of golf head. Jon sometimes calls it my piffling dick. I don't own any bandeau, bloomers, trousers, legging or short pants ; and 90 % of my dame and dresses can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy girlfriend, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a great kick from letting other people see my body.

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

Jon told me to stop writing my daybook in the summertime of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more interest experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the net looking for ideas for small risky venture or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two news report that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the school text in my Journal, and one or two that are very similar to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my diary. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

Me on CD in Havana

Right, Jon had to go to Miami on clientele ( computer software program ). It was a bit of a rush 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 clothes with him than I did ( well he was going to stage business merging and I was expecting to spend most of the metre by hotel pools or on a beach ). Jon decided that I would wear just a coating and shoe until we got onto the plane so off we set with Jon driving down to Heathrow. Once the car got warm I had to unfasten my coat and celebrate it wide-eyed spread out. No excitement on the journey ( it was dark ), but Jon did get me to give him a blowjob one-half way down the M40.

No problem going through the airport either, Jon got me to dispatch my kitty-cat rings a few month ago so the metal detector didn't have anything to bleep at.

After we'd taken off Jon opened his briefcase and gave me a little package. He told me to look at it to the toilet and put it on. It contained one of my thin cotton mini-dresses and one of my remote 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 coating off before I sat down. As I climbed over Jon to get to my rump ( heart one of three ) the woman on the early side of meat of my ass looked at me and I saw her eyebrows raise as I leaned over Jon. I guess that she'd noticed that the top of my apparel 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 garb wasn't between my kitty and the fanny. I didn't want to get off the plane with a big wet dapple on the back of my dress.

The woman smiled at me and said,"I expect that it will be quite lovesome when we land."I said that I hoped so, and got myself easy for the hanker flight.

It was about 30 minutes before Jon gave me the first blast from the vibration. He'd waited until a few minutes after the char next to me started talking to me again. She was a bit of a snot-nosed gripe who fancied herself. She started telling me about herself and her servants, 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 arms. Both Jon and the cleaning woman asked me if I was all right 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 fine than you Master."

After a few seconds the fair sex said,"Your husband seems to care for you a lot."Oh, he's not my husband, he's my Master, and yes, he does manage for me a lot."I replied."You mean ….."she started to say, but I interrupted her saying,"Yes, he is my professional, and I am his slave. I am his, I am devoted to him, and I obey his every mastery, without hesitation."“ Blimey !"she retorted."That's freaky. Really outre, I thought I was the lucky one with servants, but to have soul who's a, a submissive, your err. Master is a very lucky man. Do you do everything that everyone tells you ?"“ I obey only him."I said."Pity,"she said, looking at me with a funny but naughty expression on her aspect. She was staring at my legs and short dress."So if I were to ask you to do something for me, your Master wouldn't allow it ?"she said."I obey only my Master,"I repeated,"I'm forbidden, to touch anyone else, or have anyone touch me unless my Master tells 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 vibration off. I guessed that he'd realised that the vibration was starting to do its job. Jon got me a glass of wine and it wasn't long before I was feeling sleepy. I dozed off and when I woke up the future top two and the fundament two buttons of my apparel weren't fastened, Jon had undone them while I was dreaming about him fucking me on a gorgeous beach with about half a dozen hoi polloi watching us. There was then only four button left fastened. If it hadn't been for the hindquarters in front of me and the fact that I was in the eye seat of three, I would have had a pocket-size problem of people being capable to see my bald pubes.

"I see that your Master likes to keep you ready for anything,"the woman next to me said. I looked at her in a puzzled way and she continued."The lack of underwear, I couldn't helper but bill when you were sleeping and leaning on your ‘ Master ’. It must have been a nice dream, you were obviously enjoying it."

My pussy was quite wet, and Jon must have heard the womanhood because he switched the vibration on again.

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

The rest of the flight was quite uneventful - unless you call 2 orgasms as I pretended to watch the motion picture eventful as Jon brought me slowly to, and over the brink twice. I'm sure that the woman knew what was going on ; she kept giving me these strange, knowing smiles.

It was fantastic getting off the plane into a very warm, gentle breeze.

When we arrived at the Hotel it was heavy, very big and posh, our room was on the fifteenth floor and had a great persuasion out to the sea ( looking sideways ). It was late at dark so we went straight to bed. Jon let me ride him to my 3rd climax in the last 24 hours.

Sunday

Next morning, my birthday, Jon woke me up by playing with my cunt for a while then lifting my legs over his shoulders and ramming his dick hard into me. I'd woken-up while he'd been fingering me ( fantastic way to wake-up ), but I pretended to be numb right until he rammed into me. There's no way I could catch some Z's through that, and Jon knows that.

It was just a clean, fragile cotton fiber skirt and tight tube top for me to breakfast, and Jon's juice running down my branch and onto the restaurant buttocks. The skirt is very curt 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 wanton to tell cos I don't have any hair's-breadth there.

After breakfast we went for a longsighted walking, it was great feeling the fondness of the sun. Jon had to go and satisfy a business customer in the afternoon so I spent it by the hotel pool. I wore a pixilated Weasel bikini that Jon got over the cyberspace from Australia that's so small that a Band Aid would spread over more. The fabric is so thin that you can see the different colour of my teat and it hugs every contour of my crack and protruding clit.

The standard pressure round the pond was a bit formal 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 birthday dinner party. candle, wine, the lot. I was wearing zilch but a very pocket-size, white backless dress and shoes, the book binding of the clothes is so low cut that you can see the top of the sally of my ass so it was obvious that I had zero on underneath. I was half expecting Jon to tell me to hold out a vibe or Ben Wa or something, but he didn't. Instead he got me drunk and had to half carry me back to the hotel.

Monday

Jon was gone when I woke-up and I grabbed a feeding bottle of water and went out onto the balcony in my usual sleep attire - nothing. I sat there for about an time of day soaking-up the sun not caring who - if anyone could see me. Later I put on a bikini doll and top ( no bottoms ) and went to a fast food spot side by side door for some breakfast before going for a swimming in the hotel pocket billiards. I'd only gone back to the way to collect a towel, not to put anything else on, so I had the pleasure of swimming virtually bottomless. The place seemed more relaxed and I flashed a couple of the server by lifting my knees up on the sun lounger as they walked towards me. One server even went round the puddle and came back for a second gear flavor. He adjusted the chairs and loungers near my animal foot so that he could get a longer looking. To pay back him I opened my legs a bit. I smiled at him as well, but he only saw my bring down backtalk smiling at him.

That good afternoon I decided to go to the hotel gym. I needed to get some usage, and besides, I'd seen a nice 6 clique go in there and I wanted to twit him a bit. I took a span of Jon's unlined running short circuit and a harvest top with me to get into. The boxershorts are way too big for me, so they leave my pussycat well exposed when I open my ramification. I managed to have a bit of fun and left the place with a dyad of men with swelling in their shorts.

That evening we had dinner in the hotel and then stayed in the hotel bar. We sat on this large very lenient sofa that we almost disappeared into. My bum was lower than my knee and as I never cross my legs, just about everyone who walked passed and looked could see my twat. We got amazing inspection and repair from the same waiter who stared at me by the pool. Poor bloke, his trousers must take in been real number uncomfortable that dark.

Tues

Jon arranged for me to go on one of those rubber-necking hitch. I suppose it was interesting, but a bit boring 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 touch my leg. I know it was my fracture for letting him look up my skirt, 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 enough for the others to get wind, 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 take a lot prospicient than he'd expected and he was supposed to be flying over to capital of Cuba the following 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 metre. He'd arranged for me to conduct a copy over there just in suit. I was a little aflutter as I'd never flown on my own, nor been to a foreign country on my own. Jon told me that I didn't have to do much, just fly in, go over the road to the domestic drome and delay until about 2 pm when the Gran Santiago flight got in. The client would find me. I'd give him a CD and then arrest the 3:40 pm flying back. When I asked Jon how the man would know which woman to approach he laughed and told me that there wouldn't be many slenderize, blond white girls there showing lots of flesh.

We had a quiet nighttime in the hotel bar.

Wed

Next sunrise we were up early. Jon told me to wear one of my light, short cotton ‘ A'chick and thin white halter-top. The bird is a low slung one that relies on the sizing of my pelvic arch and stomach to stay up. I did carry off to fall behind it once when I really held my stomach in when I was in a garb workshop. 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 place, sunglass and my Ben Wa globe ( Jon's orders ).

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

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

The shortly flight was uneventful except for the oscillation of the aeroplane bouncing Ben about a bit. It was a skilful job that I'd made sure that my skirt wasn't between my pussy and the seat.

It was still other when I got to capital of Cuba so I went to a snack bar and had a coffee before walking over to the domestic aerodrome. The master airdrome was quite courteous, but the domestic airport is a bit of a decrepit dump. I wasn't looking forward to the long wait.

I was wandering around looking for somewhere to sit down and hold back when I was approached by a security system man. He asked me for my recommendation and travel text file. 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 guard who took me there said some affair to the serjeant then left.

The sergeant kept me waiting for historic period before finally looking up at me. His English wasn't as estimable 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 nation that day. He apologised for interrupting my journey and told me that I must sympathize that he had to check-out everything unusual and that a beautiful blonde girl, on her own, coming into the country was unusual. He said that he would have 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 sorry, but he'd have to search me. After being scared a bit by the sentry duty pointing his gun at me I was a bit more relaxed with the nice sounding, apologetic sergeant. When he said that he'd have to seek me I have to admit that I got a little excited and my tit went backbreaking. I could feel them pushing my top forward. He got up and walked rhythm to me and told me to put my deal on my head and spread my legs. He then ran his fingers through my hair's-breadth and then ran his custody all over the quietus of me, and I mean all over me. My nipple tingled as he lingered on my bosom, and when he ran his helping hand up my leftfield leg he stopped dead when he realised that I wasn't wearing any breeches. He brought his manus up to his face and looked at my pussy succus on the side of his hand for a minute before running his hand up my other leg. This clip he lingered at my pussy before putting the medallion of his hand on my pubic osseous tissue and putting a finger slightly inside me. I shuddered and nearly came but he removed his deal 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 company logo on it but the other only had the letter ‘ V'written on it."What's on this ?"the sergeant asked. I told him that I didn't know ( which was true ), 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 porno in this country, and you have just broken them."I hadn't a hint what he was talking about until he turned the monitor round so that I could see what he was looking at.

It was a video of me on our ‘ roll in the hay motorcar ’. For any subscriber that haven't read part 6 of my daybook, the ‘ fucking machine'is a machine that Jon got individual to build in the back bedroom, or ‘ punishment'room at habitation. My bridge player are tied above my head and the political machine raises then lower me onto a dildo over and over again.

About 8 months ago Jon bought a video tv camera and taped me on all the auto in the punishment elbow room, and being punished in various ways. I knew that Jon had loaded them onto his PC but I didn't know that he was giving written matter to people.

As I watched, the video ended and with a click another video started. This one was of me spread on the whipping-T with Jon administering a well deserved, and gratefully received whipping. We watched Jon whipping my backside and puss as I counted the virgule out loud. At 30 I could clearly hear myself moaning with pleasance as I had a marvelous orgasm.

When that video ended the sergeant looked up at me and said,"Maybe I'd better hunt you a bit more thoroughly, take away your top off,"he said. I didn't respond quick enough and he shouted,"Now."He sounded angry and I wasn't about to get him more worried so I took my script off my read/write head, un-tied and off my top. My nipple were really voiceless and tingling.

The sergeant stared at me for a while then got up and walked round the desk to me. He stood in front end of me then started mauling my breasts. He kept pulling and rolling my nipple between his quarter round and digit. I had a real problem keeping from moaning with pleasure.

After a few minutes of this he stood back and said,"Now the skirt !"What choice did I consume ? My only literal fear was that he might hump me and establish me some horrible disease. Jon doesn't get too upset if men ( or woman ) force me to do things just so long as I don't let them lie with me. Not that I would have had much choice this clip, 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 mitt back on my head and spread my legs again. Of course I did. He then started to slither his hands all over my backside and twat. He spent a lot of metre feeling my bald pubic hammock, I guess that he'd never come across one before. Eventually he pushed a finger's breadth into me and quickly pulled it out when he felt my Ben Wa bollock."What's that in your cunt ?"he said.

I said,"Ben Wa ball,"but he just looked blankly at me as told me to take 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 flooring. 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 script. He was rattling them about in his bridge player 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 aspect and he pushed them back into my pussy.

He turned to me and grabbed my pubic bone again. This clock time when his finger went into me there was no impedance, it went straight in. He moved it all around inside me. I couldn't assistance it ; I let out a groan and shuddered as I orgasmed. After he'd had enough with his fingerbreadth 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 pall. I could try him doing something and it sounded like he was undoing his pant. I thought ‘ brace yourself female child ’.

The next thing I felt was a digit going into my ass. It waggled round and pushed quite heavily into me. Then it came out. A few seconds later I felt a thumb going into my ass and a finger going into my pussycat. I was then lifted up by that hand. That hurt.

He moved me about a bit then pulled his hand out and evidence me to abide up and turn and face up him. I then had to spread out my branch again and put my hired hand on my forefront. He then went bout to the desk and got out this lump of plastic with 2 metal legal community coming out of one end about 2 inches apart. At commencement I didn't realise what it was, but I soon found out.

He kept me standing there for a couple of minute of arc before coming up to me and rubbing the gimmick up and down my front man. He was saying something about not wanting women like me in the country, but I wasn't really listening to him. Every time the device went over my breast or scummy abdomen I got a tingle in my nipples and pussycat. It wasn't from the device ; it was just where it was being rubbed. I could experience my juices starting to run down the insides of my legs.

Then it happened, the device was on my mightily mammilla when I got this incredibly strong bother all over. I've had the odd 240-volt shock by fortuity at home before, but this was the likes of one C of times inviolable. My knees buckled and I screamed out in bother. Somehow I managed to bide on my metrical foot, but I'm not sure as shooting how. After the initial pain my nipple was rock hard and hurting like hell. My pussy was responding too, I could feel an orgasm coming on.

Readers of my journal will bed that annoyance is something that gives me pleasure, the More the bother, the more the pleasure.

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

The stun gun moved to my left teat and I watched and waited. I think I saw his finger prompt a bit, and then I saw the blue arc of electrical energy as it jumped from one prong, through my nipple then to the other prong. This time I did collapse to the flooring. The unbelievable nuisance took me over the sharpness and I moaned and shook as I had one of the adept orgasms that I'd had for weeks.

The man just watched me, and when I stopped shaking he told me to fend 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 duo of minutes then came back with another guard.

The new sentry duty had a adept expression at me then explored my white meat and pussy with his hired hand. When he touched my pap and clit I just about came again. My tanginess were heavy than they've ever been before.

The serjeant told me to lie on my back on the desk. When I was there he told me to put my handwriting on my head, and to open my ramification again. By that time my puss was gaping open and I could find their breath inside my jam as they bent down for a secretive look.

I felt the stun gun prongs on my button and got scared. I know that my pussy can read being whipped, but I didn't think that it could take the stun gun. I tensed-up in expectancy and my human face showed that I was scared.

It hit me. I've never screamed so loud and cum so hard. My clitoris 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 like hours. I vaguely remember seeing the big grin on the two men's faces.

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

The third metre it happened I just felt a bit of botheration then the next matter I knew I was waking-up in a mickle on the floor. The two men were still there, but there was a middle-aged fair sex there as well. I guess that she was their higher-up as they jumped when she shouted something at them.

The men grabbed my blazonry and dragged me out of the room and out into the open air. My articulatio radiocarpea were tied together and the circle was slung over a electron beam at the position of the construction. I was pulled-up until my infantry just touched the ground. Ropes were tied to my ankles and my legs were pulled apart.

I've spent many hours restrained in that position so I didn't need to try to support my weight on my ft. I was too knackered anyway. You get used to being having picayune blood going to your hands, and your shoulders get used to the pain.

One of the men got a bucket of water 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 house cell there and that I'd have to stay there until my flight of stairs out of the country.

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

After a minute or so I started to take in where I was. I was at the slope of some sort of serve route to the airport. There was what looked same airport worker walking up and down the road and the odd camion going passed. The route was about 3 metres from where I was and about of the passing mass were looking over towards me. Most just looked and kept walk, but a few stopped for a while and had a in force look.

After about an hour or so some teenagers ( boys and young lady ) saw me and came over to me. They were talking to each former, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. Eventually one of the boys put a hand on my left tit. When he touched the mammilla I winced, it was VERY attender and still rock hard. His hand pulled back for a second but soon came back, and had a expert grope. The hired hand then went down to my os pubis and he gave a slight smile as he held my bald pubes. Only for a s though because it soon went in between my legs and into my pussy. When he touched my clit I really winced and tried to extract back. My clit still felt like a burning football game.

They all had a grope of me, even the young woman who seemed very concern in my deficiency of pubic hair and large clit.

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

A couple of hours later a dirty, scruffy man came up to me. He looked like a drifter, and a slightly retarded one at that. He had a expert grope as well, and even got his dick out and tried to get it to attain my snatch. He didn't appear to experience the good sense ( fortunately ) to clear that he'd have to take something to stand on to get high enough.

After a few mo he gave up and wandered off, much to the amusement of one of the guards who came out to check on me.

It was a guard that I hadn't seen before and he wasn't going to overlook the opportunity to get a good grope. He was a bit surprised too when he pushed a finger into me and found Ben, but that didn't stop him bringing me close to cumming them then leaving me frustrated.

By the time the guards finally untied me I was getting a lilliputian sun-burned. They gave me my wearing apparel and told me to put them on. It was a bit unmanageable because my weaponry and handwriting were numb from having hung by my wrists for hours.

Eventually I managed it and they ‘ escorted'me to the international airport and to the check-in. Walking was abominable as my clit was still very swollen and sore. After I'd checked-in they saw me through passport ascendency then left me. I checked my pocketbook ; everything was there except for the CD with the videos on. I guess that it ( and copies of it ) will be doing the daily round in Cuba now.

The flight of stairs back to Miami was uneventful, albeit a bit dreadful, and it didn't really avail wearing Ben, they only seemed to spend a penny my button swell more. I was very hungry and drink quite a lot of water 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 call from his client. When he'd been unable to notice me he'd asked around and heard that a blonde, white girl 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 ‘ damage ’. He assured me that my pap were all right field, 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 adopt a ‘ aplomb'bathing tub - which didn't help - apart from feeling make clean again.

It was later ( ish ) that nighttime when Jon took me to a restaurant with me wearing just my red mesh dress and in high spirits dog. It was a commodity job that I don't tire out underwear as they would accept been quite obvious. Wearing null under it looks a lot more obvious. We got lots of attention from the waiters but I was too old-hat to enjoy it.

Thursday

Jon let me sleep until 8:00 am. When I woke up the sun was shining, the curtains were wide open and Jon had taken the covers off me. I turned my psyche 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 door and I heard Jon cry from the bathroom."Get that please V."I quickly looked for a robe or something but everything was put away. ‘ What the sin !'I thought and opened the threshold in the nude. The expression on the server's expression was invaluable. Jon had ordered breakfast and the waiter wheeled it in and set it up on the table. All the time he kept looking over to me. I just stood and watched, still holding the door wide open.

A young couple walked by and the man got quite a surprisal when he saw me, but it was the womanhood who stared at me until they were passed me.

The waiter ran out of things to do to prolong his check and walked up to me and held his manus 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 shank and gave him a great view of my pussy as I slowly got some money out. When I stood up I saw Jon standing in the bathroom room access watching with a big smile on his face. The waiter hadn't even seen him.

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

Before he left me for the day, Jon inspected my tit and clitoris again. They were still swollen and tingling. He told me to wear out something soft over my mammilla and keep walking to a lower limit so I put on a silky back-less mini-dress with an ‘ A'annulus that's quite low at the rachis.

I went for a taxi and asked to be taken to the nearest shopping mall that had heap of dress store. It didn't take long and I was soon slowly walking through the center getting a bar for what was there. Wow, Miami has some peachy shops, and just about everything I saw was brassy than in the UK.

I started in a lingerie shop and bought a chemise that I'll be able to get into as a frock, Ultra short and slightly see-through.

Next I went into a boutique and selected three skirt to try on. All three were low-slung, the type that you can easily adjust the ‘ waist'so that they feel as if they are about to return down any second. Of course of instruction I had to remove my dress off to try the skirts on and the changing cubicle didn't have a mirror in it. It looked as if it did at one clock time because there were nooky that looked as if they'd held a mirror in piazza once. So, to see what the doll looked like on I had to go out into the chief boutique are. The Edward Young young woman did a look-alike yield 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 assistant. I asked her if she though the skirt looked good on me and watched her eyes as she said it looked enceinte. Her center never even looked at the chick ; they were glued to my swollen-headed nipples. I have to allow, my teat are big ( not like the rest of my tits ) at the dear of fourth dimension, but they were like Jon's thumb last 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 main shop country topless, but I ignored her and I told her that I'd go and try one of the early annulus on. She asked if I'd like any help. After a quick thought I said,"Yes"and she followed me into the cubicle. Before she's closed the curtain I dropped the chick I was wearing, much to the pleasure of a man that had come over to see if he'd actually seen a topless woman.

The miss stared at me again, this time down at my bald pussy. I let her for a few seconds before asking her to pass me one of the early skirts. She woke-up again, said sorry, and got one for me. To give away the secretiveness I told her that I never wear underclothes and hoped that she didn't nous. She said no, and told me that she didn't either. And just to prove it, she lifted her skirt at the front to uncover a nicely trimmed bush."Much nicer being unloosen 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 little storm, but unfastened it and bent down holding it open for me to step into it. As I did she saw my swollen 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 peg were in she slit the skirt up to my articulatio coxae. The skirt fastened at the front man and her soft gentle hands felt good on my tummy as she slowly fastened it. I slid it down onto my pelvic girdle 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 cheeseparing mirror was. The man was still there, pretending to be looking at meridian on a rack.

The girl followed me and watched as I smoothed the stuff 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 articulatio coxae again."Oops !"I said as the skirt slid too far down my pelvic arch and down to the story. phonograph needle to say I didn't rush after it, in fact I looked over at the man and the girl to make sure that they were looking before I stepped out of it and crouch ( at the waist ) to pick it up. The man got a dandy opinion of my pussy and I felt a bit of a rush of juice as I looked between my pegleg to view him watching me.

I picked the skirt up and walked back into the kiosk, and turned to watch the girl following me, and the man staring at me.

I tried-on the one-third skirt with the daughter fiddling round the top of the go of my ass to secure 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 dress on.

I bought the initiative skirt that I tried-on, it felt good, looked good, could easily blow up in the air current, and could easily be adjusted so that it wouldn't take much for it to fall down.

From there I went for a deep brown at a café in open field of mall. I sat there correctly next to where lots of multitude were walking towards me. I never cross my branch, but with my painful swollen clit I needed to hold it plenty of room so that it didn't distress more. I noticed one old man go round three metre to get to see Sir Thomas More. When I saw him coming the third sentence 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 umber before I finally moved on.

Next I decided to go up and down the moving staircase a few metre. I wanted to earn a few men's balls ache and maybe get a few wet patched on the straw man of their trouser.

I know, I'm a real coquette.

I spotted one man following me up a couple of clip ; he had this bag that had long handles so the bag was nearly on the floor. I thought I saw a picture photographic 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 metrical unit apart. Half way up I lifted my go away human foot up a footprint and leaned forward to rub my animal foot. I looked back down my side and saw the bag virtually in between my peg. I saw a red visible radiation in the bag as well.

When I walked off the top of the moving staircase I went to a shop window and stood looking in, with my metrical foot well apart. I felt the bag brush against my feet but didn't move. Eventually I saw him take the air away ; I guess he was pleased with his efforts.

Next it was the obligatory shoe shop. There's no way I can go shopping without flashing my pussy to some lucky manly shoe shop helper, and by that time it was a very damp pussycat. I waited around just looking until this Cy 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 clip I left he was as close to cumming as I was.

I was dying for a good shtup 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 hold off long and Jon was just as piercing to take in me on the balcony as I was to have him. It still hurt when Jon caressed my nipples and clit.

We had a quieten night in the hotel eatery and bar that night.

Friday

Jon inspected my nipples and clit 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 arena. After he shot his load into me and gone soft, he pulled out and slapped my butt.

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

After breakfast Jon told me we were going for a walk. I had to go and change into what is basically 3 rectangles of textile. The one that goes over my tit is held with 2 corduroys, one round my neck and the other troll my body, a bit like a bikini top, but totally indispose. The other 2 rectangles report my bum and pussy. A electric cord goes round my rosehip to hold them in place. When Jon got me to nominate it he got me to admit a detachable cord that goes in between my leg to the bottom of the rectangles. It's to stop the front or back blowing right up. As it turned out that cord stopped a few people seeing my bum and snatch because it was quite verbose that day. Jon also got me to take a mates of minuscule towels - just in case.

After walking a mile or so Jon saw a shop merchandising matter for the beach. He went in and got us some flippers, masquerade party and snorkels. He'd decided that we were going swimming.

There was no way that I could pillage raw and go swim, not there, so I had to swim wearing what I had on. The water was cold at start, 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 feel 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 fourth dimension getting close to me and swimming round and under me that I decided to calculate to see what he could see. Imagine my surprise when I realised that all 3 rectangles had gone. Apart from the masque and flippers I was naked. I swam over to Jon and asked him if he knew. He told me that I'd been like that for age, but he wasn't going to tell me.

We carried on swimming and messing about for a piece longer until the man got bored 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 and back to the hotel. I asked Jon if I could borrow his drawers and shirt but he said"no."

Jon got out of the H2O and was getting dry while I stayed in waiting for affair to get a bit quieter. Eventually I decided that I'd have to get to a movement. There was this prissy hunk walking down the water supply edge on his own. I stood up and walked straight passed him to Jon. His look was a movie. 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 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 danger that it would fall down anyway.

Jon decided to get a cab back to the hotel and the driver had a just feeling 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 carry. I had to walk all along the corridor to our way totally naked except for 2 pairs of flipper. A middle-aged couple looked really surprised when they came out of their room right in front man of me.

We were on an even flight back to the UK so after a shower 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 better prospect of getting though in the berth rather than us carrying it. He said that they're illegal in the UK.

There was no job in the airdrome because Jon told be to carry Ben in my bag. No metal detector problem. Once we cleared security department I had to put them in. I was pleased because the low vibrations of the flight keep me excited.

The flying was nearly empty-bellied and we settled in a windowpane seat. After some food and drinkable I leaned over and dozed off with my head on Jon's lap. When I woke-up I had a cover over me, Jon told me that he'd got a stewardess, deplorable cabin crew person, to get one for me. It was so quiet, and Ben had been at work, so I got Jon's dick out and filled my mouth.

After a pair of minutes Jon decided that we should renew our membership of the mile high guild. I don't think that anyone saw us go into the can but as we were walking back to our seating room a stewardess walked passed us and gave me that ‘ knowing grin ’. In the bathroom Jon lifted me up straight away and opened my branch. Before I knew it he was pushing his dick into me. Problem was he'd draw a blank that I was wearing Ben. He didn't hurt 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 clip we landed at Heathrow.

It was the Sunday before my flavor and clit were back down to their normal sizing and the stun gun arrived the keep abreast Midweek. Jon keeps it on display in the penalisation way. 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 cunt and finds that I've got a bit surfactant.

That was my first experience of America ( and Cuba ) ; I hope Jon takes me back there soon. I also hope that Jon gets me to write about more of our adventure soon ; it's overnice remembering them and getting excited as I write all the details.

dearest

Vanessa