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Hi, my figure is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring macrocosm in a footling township in magnetic north wale and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a brave decision to make believe as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that person had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life history was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to modify my life 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 write a diary of my new life, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to show my Journal you will come upon that my relationship with Jon is rather dissimilar to that of to the highest degree employee and employer, but I have easily come to bring in that I have a life that just could not be more square or enjoyable. I love my spirit and all the little adventure that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my peg, I have no physical structure hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with low ( ish ), pert breasts that have pocket-size aureoles and gargantuan nipples. When they're intemperately Jon says they're like chapel hat pegleg. I have a nice firm, flat belly with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clitoris is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a little brush up head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bras, knickers, pant, leg covering or short circuit ; and 90 % of my skirts and attire can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a great thrill from letting other citizenry see my body.

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

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

Both Jon and I have been scouring the net looking for ideas for little adventures or incidents that we could fabricate to throw some fun. We've found one or two chronicle that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the 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 Journal. At foremost I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our escapade were good enough to replicate. I've started thinking that way as well.

Me on CD in Havana

right field, Jon had to go to Miami on business ( computer software system ). It was a bit of a rushed 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 meetings and I was expecting to spend most of the meter by hotel pools or on a beach ). Jon decided that I would wear just a coating and shoes until we got onto the planing machine so off we set with Jon driving down to Heathrow. Once the car got strong I had to unfasten my coat and keep it wide undefended. No excitement on the journeying ( it was darkness ), but Jon did get me to sacrifice him a cock sucking half way down the M40.

No problems going through the aerodrome either, Jon got me to take away my pussy rings a few months ago so the metal demodulator 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 take it to the crapper and put it on. It contained one of my thin cotton mini-dresses and one of my remote control controlled vibraphone. As I put that in I got a bit wet with the prediction of what I was expecting Jon to do to me without actually touching me. As I got back to my fundament Jon told me to hire the coat off before I sat down. As I climbed over Jon to get to my seat ( heart one of three ) the woman on the other side of my seat looked at me and I saw her eyebrows rise as I leaned over Jon. I guess that she'd noticed that the top of my attire was hanging down ( it's a bit loose-fitting, especially as I never fasten the top two push button ) and she must have seen my breasts. As I sat down I made sure that my dress wasn't between my pussy and the tush. I didn't want to get off the sheet with a big wet patch on the spine of my dress.

The charwoman smiled at me and said,"I expect that it will be quite warm up when we land."I said that I hoped so, and got myself comfortable for the long flight.

It was about 30 minutes before Jon gave me the first good time from the vibe. He'd waited until a few bit after the womanhood next to me started talking to me again. She was a bit of a snot-nosed kick who fancied herself. She started telling me about herself and her handmaiden, how it was nice to get them to run around after her. When Jon switched the vibration on it caught me by surprise a bit and I gasped and grabbed the seat arms. Both Jon and the woman asked me if I was all right at the Saame time. Jon went on to ask me if he could get anything for me. Not thinking too well I said,"No, I'm hunky-dory than you Master."

After a few seconds the woman said,"Your husband seems to care for you a lot."Oh, he's not my hubby, he's my Master, and yes, he does 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 bid, without hesitation."“ Blimey !"she retorted."That's gonzo. Really flaky, I thought I was the lucky one with handmaiden, but to accept individual who's a, a subservient, 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 facial expression. She was staring at my legs and short apparel."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 hint me unless my Master tells me to it."

Just then Jon interrupted and asked me if I wanted a beverage. 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 glass of wine and it wasn't long before I was feeling sleepy. I dozed off and when I woke up the next top two and the bottom two push of my wearing 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 multitude watching us. There was then only four buttons left fastened. If it hadn't been for the seat in front of me and the fact that I was in the middle seat of three, I would give birth had a child trouble of hoi polloi being able-bodied to see my bald pubes.

"I see that your Master the likes of to prevent you ready for anything,"the woman next to me said. I looked at her in a at a loss way and she continued."The lack of underwear, I couldn't help but notice when you were sleeping and leaning on your ‘ maestro ’. It must own been a squeamish ambition, 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 drink with my meal.

The rest of the flight was quite uneventful - unless you call 2 orgasms as I pretended to find out the photographic film eventful as Jon brought me slowly to, and over the brink twice. I'm sure that the adult female knew what was going on ; she kept giving me these foreign, knowing smiles.

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

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

Sunday

Next sunup, my natal day, Jon woke me up by playing with my pussy for a while then lifting my legs over his shoulders and ramming his pecker hard into me. I'd woken-up while he'd been fingering me ( wild way to wake-up ), but I pretended to be at peace right until he rammed into me. There's no way I could slumber through that, and Jon knows that.

It was just a light, reduce cotton doll and tight thermionic vacuum tube top for me to breakfast, and Jon's juices running down my legs and onto the restaurant seat. The annulus is very abruptly and low slung, if I pull it down as far as it will go you can see the top of my os pubis - not that it's easy to order cos I don't have any hair there.

After breakfast we went for a long walk, it was great feeling the warmth of the sun. Jon had to go and meet a business organisation client in the good afternoon so I spent it by the hotel kitty. I wore a Wicked Weasel Bikini that Jon got over the internet from Commonwealth of Australia that's so pocket-size that a striation Aid would cover more. The material is so thin that you can see the different colour of my mammilla and it hugs every conformation of my scissure and protruding clit.

The atmosphere round the syndicate was a bit schematic and I didn't feel 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. standard candle, wine, the lot. I was wearing nothing but a very small, Andrew D. White backless dress and shoes, the back of the dress is so low cut that you can see the top of the fling of my ass so it was obvious that I had nothing on underneath. I was half expecting Jon to tell me to have on 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 sleep 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 bikini chick and top ( no bottoms ) and went to a fast food place following door for some breakfast before going for a swimming in the hotel consortium. I'd only gone back to the room to compile a towel, not to put anything else on, so I had the pleasure of swimming virtually bottomless. The place seemed Thomas More relaxed and I flashed a twain of the waiter by lifting my knees up on the sun dilly-dallier as they walked towards me. One server even went round the pool and came back for a second looking at. He adjusted the chairman and mope near my feet so that he could get a longer aspect. To reward him I opened my legs a bit. I smiled at him as well, but he only saw my lower lips smiling at him.

That afternoon I decided to go to the hotel gym. I needed to get some workout, and besides, I'd seen a nice 6 face pack go in there and I wanted to razz him a bit. I took a couple of Jon's unlined running short pants and a harvest top with me to get into. The shortstop are way too big for me, so they leave my pussycat well exposed when I open my legs. I managed to let a bit of fun and left the seat with a couple of men with excrescence in their shorts.

That evening we had dinner in the hotel and then stayed in the hotel bar. We sat on this orotund very soft sofa that we almost disappeared into. My bum was small than my knees and as I never cross my legs, just about everyone who walked passed and looked could see my pussy. We got amazing inspection and repair from the Lapp server who stared at me by the pool. poor people bloke, his trouser must own been existent uncomfortable that night.

Tuesday

Jon arranged for me to go on one of those sightseeing tours. I suppose it was interesting, but a bit drilling at metre. By the end of it I was getting a bit fed-up with an old man who kept trying to get near me and extend to my leg. I know it was my error for letting him await up my skirt, I suppose I should have scared him off by saying,"come on then, get it out and screw me right here, you've been trying to for long enough,"loud enough for the others to hear, but I didn't.

When Jon came back to the hotel he told me that he'd got a bit of a job, the job there was going to guide a lot farsighted 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 metre. He'd arranged for me to take a copy over there just in case. I was a little skittish 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 house servant airport and wait until about 2 pm when the Gran Santiago trajectory got in. The node would find me. I'd give him a CD and then catch the 3:40 pm flight back. When I asked Jon how the man would know which adult female to approach he laughed and told me that there wouldn't be many slim, blond white girls there showing lots of flesh.

We had a quiet dark in the hotel bar.

Midweek

Next forenoon we were up early. Jon told me to wear one of my light, short cotton ‘ A'skirt and thin livid halter-top. The skirt is a low slung one that relies on the size of my articulatio coxae and stomach to stay up. I did get by to lose it once when I really held my stomach in when I was in a wearing apparel 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 shoes, shades and my Ben Wa glob ( Jon's fiat ).

After breakfast Jon gave me my tickets, the CD, some money, and put me in a taxi to the airport. Before he shut the taxi room access he gave both my tit 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 tingle between my legs.

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

The short escape was uneventful except for the vibrations of the airplane bouncing Ben about a bit. It was a good job that I'd made sure that my dame wasn't between my pussy and the seat.

It was still other when I got to Havana so I went to a snack bar and had a coffee before walking over to the domestic drome. The chief airport was quite overnice, but the domestic drome is a bit of a run-down dump. I wasn't looking forward to the long wait.

I was wandering around looking for somewhere to sit down and wait when I was approached by a certificate man. He asked me for my pass 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-at-law, working on a PC. The sentry go who took me there said some thing to the police sergeant then left.

The serjeant-at-law kept me waiting for ages before finally looking up at me. His English wasn't as in effect 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 interpret that he had to check-out everything unusual and that a beautiful blonde lady friend, on her own, coming into the country was unusual. He said that he would have to gratify 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 safeguard pointing his gun at me I was a bit more slow down with the nice sounding, apologetic sergeant. When he said that he'd have to look me I have to accept that I got a piffling excited and my mammilla went tough. I could feel them pushing my top forward. He got up and walked round to me and told me to put my hands on my head and spread head my legs. He then ran his digit through my fuzz and then ran his hands all over the repose of me, and I mean all over me. My mammilla tingled as he lingered on my breasts, and when he ran his hands up my get out leg he stopped dead when he realised that I wasn't wearing any bloomers. He brought his mitt up to his face and looked at my pussy juices on the slope of his paw for a minute before running his hand up my other leg. This clock time he lingered at my pussy before putting the palm of his manus on my pubic bone 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 passport 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 ship's company logo on it but the other only had the missive ‘ V'written on it."What's on this ?"the sergeant-at-law asked. I told him that I didn't know ( which was true ), and after a few minute 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 Pentateuch about porno in this nation, and you have just broken them."I hadn't a clew what he was talking about until he turned the monitor stave so that I could see what he was looking at.

It was a video of me on our ‘ fucking simple machine ’. For any readers that haven't read part 6 of my journal, the ‘ fucking automobile'is a machine that Jon got person to progress in the spinal column bedroom, or ‘ penalty'way at home plate. My hands are tied above my head teacher and the automobile raises then lowers me onto a dildo over and over again.

About 8 month ago Jon bought a video camera and taped me on all the machines in the punishment room, and being punished in various fashion. 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 TV 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 pussy as I counted the virgule out loud. At 30 I could clearly discover myself moaning with delight as I had a antic orgasm.

When that video ended the serjeant-at-law looked up at me and said,"Maybe I'd effective search you a bit more good, take your top off,"he said. I didn't respond quick enough and he shouted,"Now."He sounded tempestuous and I wasn't about to get him more upturned so I took my hands off my oral sex, un-tied and removed my top. My mammilla were really difficult and tingling.

The 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 boob. He kept pulling and rolling my nipples between his ovolo and finger. I had a existent job keeping from moaning with pleasure.

After a few minutes of this he stood back and said,"Now the skirt !"What choice did I suffer ? My only real business organisation was that he might fuck me and give me some horrible disease. Jon doesn't get too worried if men ( or women ) force me to do things just so long as I don't let them fuck me. Not that I would accept had much choice this fourth dimension, I was on my own with a man that had a gun strapped to his waist.

Anyway, I unfastened my wench and stepped out of it. I was totally defenseless. The serjeant-at-law told me to put my hands back on my foreland and banquet my legs again. Of course of instruction I did. He then started to slide his custody all over my backside and kitty-cat. He spent a lot of time feeling my bald pubic mound, I guess that he'd never come across one before. Eventually he pushed a finger into me and quickly pulled it out when he felt my Ben Wa orchis."What's that in your cunt ?"he said.

I said,"Ben Wa Balls,"but he just looked blankly at me as told me to take them out. I squatted down and squeezed them out onto the base before standing up again. He picked them up, smelt them then squeezed them. He then threw one of them back onto the level. When it didn't good luck he looked at me so I said,"solid steel."He picked it up and had both of them in one paw. He was rattling them about in his hand and obviously trying to influence out what they were for. They were knocking into each other and after about a bit or so a smiling came on his aspect and he pushed them back into my pussy.

He turned to me and grabbed my pubic bone again. This meter when his finger went into me there was no impedance, it went straight in. He moved it all around inside me. I couldn't service it ; I let out a moan 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 have it away me. I was getting mark. I could listen him doing something and it sounded like he was undoing his trousers. I thought ‘ yoke yourself girl ’.

The adjacent matter I felt was a finger's breadth going into my ass. It waggled round and pushed quite hard into me. Then it came out. A few seconds later I felt a thumb going into my ass and a finger going into my pussy. I was then lifted up by that hand. That hurt.

He moved me about a bit then pulled his handwriting out and severalize me to stand up and turn and confront him. I then had to spread my legs again and put my hands on my promontory. He then went round to the desk and got out this lummox of plastic with 2 metal bar coming out of one end about 2 in apart. At first I didn't realise what it was, but I soon found out.

He kept me standing there for a couple of transactions before coming up to me and rubbing the device up and down my front. He was saying something about not wanting women like me in the country, but I wasn't really listening to him. Every time the gimmick went over my breast or low-spirited stomach I got a tingle in my nipples and pussy. It wasn't from the device ; it was just where it was being rubbed. I could feel my succus starting to run down the insides of my legs.

Then it happened, the device was on my decently nipple when I got this incredibly strong pain all over. I've had the odd 240-volt shock by accident at home before, but this was like C of metre unassailable. My articulatio genus buckled and I screamed out in nuisance. Somehow I managed to stay on my feet, but I'm not sure how. After the initial nuisance my nipple was rock hard and hurting like hell on earth. My pussy was responding too, I could sense an climax coming on.

reader of my journal will live that pain is something that gives me pleasance, the Thomas More the pain, 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 nipple and I watched and waited. I think I saw his finger locomote a bit, and then I saw the blue arc of electricity as it jumped from one prong, through my nipple then to the former prong. This time I did prostration to the floor. The unbelievable bother took me over the bound and I moaned and shook as I had one of the best coming that I'd had for weeks.

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

The new guard had a good look at me then explored my chest and slit with his hands. When he touched my nipples and clitoris I just about came again. My nips were harder than they've ever been before.

The sergeant told me to lie on my rear on the desk. When I was there he told me to put my work force on my head, and to give my legs again. By that time my pussy was gaping open air and I could feel their breath inside my hole as they bent down for a close 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 take the stun gun. I tensed-up in expectancy and my 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 story football. I'm sure that I was squirting cum out over the desk. I was shaking and sweating for what seemed comparable hours. I vaguely remember seeing the big grinning on the two men's faces.

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

The third gear time it happened I just felt a bit of painfulness then the adjacent thing I knew I was waking-up in a heap on the level. The two men were still there, but there was a middle-aged cleaning lady there as well. I guess that she was their superior as they jumped when she shouted something at them.

The men grabbed my arms and dragged me out of the elbow room and out into the open air. My wrists were tied together and the rophy was slung over a beam at the English of the edifice. I was pulled-up until my feet just touched the soil. 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 infantry. I was too knackered anyway. You get used to being having little blood going to your helping hand, 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 English then told me that they didn't have a prison mobile phone there and that I'd have to stay there until my escape out of the country.

Little did he live 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 painful sensation and pleasure.

After a bit or so I started to take in where I was. I was at the face of some sort of service road to the airport. There was what looked like airport doer walking up and down the route and the odd lorry going passed. The route was about 3 time from where I was and almost of the departure citizenry were looking over towards me. Most just looked and kept walk, but a few stopped for a patch and had a trade good look.

After about an hour or so some stripling ( boys and missy ) 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 script on my leftover tit. When he touched the nipple I winced, it was VERY legal tender and still shake hard. His hired hand pulled back for a indorsement but soon came back, and had a in effect grope. The hand then went down to my pubis and he gave a rebuff smile as he held my bald loins. Only for a second base though because it soon went in between my wooden leg and into my pussycat. When he touched my clitoris I really winced and tried to rive back. My clit still felt like a burning at the stake football.

They all had a grope of me, even the girl who seemed very interested in my lack of pubic pilus and large clit.

Eventually they left and I was left to soak up the sun. My twat was leaking succus all the clip, 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 vagrant, and a slightly retarded one at that. He had a good grope as well, and even got his prick out and tried to get it to reach my cunt. He didn't appear to have the sensory faculty ( fortunately ) to pull in that he'd have to have got something to stand on to get gamy enough.

After a few second he gave up and wandered off, much to the amusement of one of the sentry duty who came out to chink on me.

It was a safety device that I hadn't seen before and he wasn't going to lack the opportunity to own a soundly 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 fourth dimension the sentry go finally untied me I was getting a little sun-burned. They gave me my wearing apparel and told me to put them on. It was a bit difficult because my blazonry and script 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 painful as my clit was still very swollen 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 videos on. I guess that it ( and transcript of it ) will be doing the rounds in Cuba now.

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

When I got back to the hotel Jon was waiting in receipt for me. He knew something was wrong because he'd had a telephone cry from his client. When he'd been unable to rule me he'd asked around and heard that a blonde, livid girl had been arrested. He'd decided to get out of there as soon as he could.

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

It was tardily ( ish ) that night when Jon took me to a eatery with me wearing just my red mesh frock and high blackguard. It was a full job that I don't wear underwear as they would feature been quite obvious. Wearing nothing under it looks a lot more obvious. We got lots of attention from the waiters but I was too tired to enjoy it.

Thursday

Jon let me sleep until 8:00 am. When I woke up the sun was shining, the pall were wide open and Jon had taken the covers 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 shout from the toilet."Get that please V."I quickly looked for a robe or something but everything was put away. ‘ What the hell !'I thought and opened the door in the nude. The expression on the waiter's face was priceless. Jon had ordered breakfast and the waiter wheeled it in and set it up on the table. All the meter he kept looking over to me. I just stood and watched, still holding the door across-the-board open.

A new 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 thing to do to protract his stay and walked up to me and held his paw 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 waist and gave him a great view of my snatch as I slowly got some money out. When I stood up I saw Jon standing in the bathroom threshold watching with a big grin on his font. 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 little red from ‘ hanging around'the former day, so Jon told me I could go shopping.

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

I went for a taxi and asked to be taken to the nighest center that had lots of clothes workshop. It didn't take longsighted and I was soon slowly walking through the mall getting a quantity for what was there. Wow, Miami has some great shop class, and just about everything I saw was cheaper than in the UK.

I started in a lingerie shop and bought a miscue that I'll be capable to don as a dress, Ultra short and slightly see-through.

Next I went into a boutique and selected three skirts to try on. All three were low-slung, the case that you can easily align the ‘ waistline'so that they feel as if they are about to fall down any indorse. Of track I had to take my wearing apparel 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 time because there were fuck that looked as if they'd held a mirror in place once. So, to see what the skirts looked like on I had to go out into the main boutique are. The young girl did a double yield when she saw me, but carried no serving mortal else.

When she'd finished serving that cleaning woman she came over to me and asked if I wanted any help. I asked her if she though the wench looked dear on me and watched her centre as she said it looked expectant. Her optic never even looked at the skirt ; they were glued to my swollen-headed tit. I have to accept, my nipples are big ( not like the rest of my tits ) at the skilful of times, but they were like Jon's pollex 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 main shop area topless, but I ignored her and I told her that I'd go and try one of the other skirts on. She asked if I'd like any help. After a quick thought I said,"Yes"and she followed me into the stall. Before she's closed the pall I dropped the bird 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 girl 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 other skirts. She woke-up again, said sorry, and got one for me. To fall in the secrecy I told her that I never wear underwear and hoped that she didn't mind. She said no, and told me that she didn't either. And just to try out it, she lifted her wench at the front to reveal a nicely trimmed George W. Bush."Much nicer being liberate 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 petty surprised, but unfastened it and bent down holding it open for me to step into it. As I did she saw my tumefy 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 skirt up to my hips. The skirt fastened at the front end and her lenient gentle hands 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 tops on a rack.

The girl followed me and watched as I smoothed the cloth down. I told her that I wanted to see if I could get it any bring down so I adjusted the fixing and pulled it down on my pelvic arch again."Oops !"I said as the skirt slid too far down my hip joint and down to the floor. 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 bent ( at the shank ) to pick it up. The man got a great horizon 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 wench up and walked back into the carrell, and turned to look on the daughter following me, and the man staring at me.

I tried-on the 3rd skirt with the fille fiddling round the top of the crack of my ass to fasten 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 maiden annulus that I tried-on, it felt good, looked good, could easily waste up in the wind, 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 surface field of mall. I sat there right next to where lots of people were walking towards me. I never cross my legs, but with my atrocious swollen clit I needed to give it raft of room so that it didn't hurt more. I noticed one old man go round three fourth dimension to get to see more. When I saw him coming the 3rd 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 cupful of coffee before I finally moved on.

Next I decided to go up and down the escalator a few prison term. I wanted to ca-ca a few men's balls aching and maybe get a few wet patched on the presence of their trousers.

I know, I'm a real teaser.

I spotted one man following me up a couple of metre ; he had this bag that had long handgrip so the bag was nearly on the story. I thought I saw a video camera pointing up out of it so I thought I'd spend a penny his sweat worthwhile. I timed it so that I was right in battlefront of him as we got onto the escalator then stood with my ft about a invertebrate foot apart. Half way up I lifted my leave foundation up a pace and leaned forward to rub my metrical unit. I looked back down my side of meat and saw the bag virtually in between my legs. I saw a red light source in the bag as well.

When I walked off the top of the escalator clause I went to a shop window and stood looking in, with my fundament well apart. I felt the bag clash against my animal foot 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 puss to some lucky male shoe shop assistant, and by that time it was a very dampen pussy. I waited around just looking until this 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 metre I left he was as close to cumming as I was.

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

We had a quiet night in the hotel eating place and bar that night.

Friday

Jon inspected my nipple and clitoris 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 area. After he shot his load into me and gone diffused, he pulled out and slapped my derriere.

We went down for breakfast with me in a picayune halter-top and short chick with our juices running down the insides of my legs.

After breakfast Jon told me we were going for a walk. I had to go and convert into what is basically 3 rectangles of stuff. The one that goes over my breasts is held with 2 cords, one round my neck and the other round my consistency, a bit like a Bikini top, but totally unfit. The early 2 rectangles handle my bum and pussy. A cord goes round my hips to keep back them in place. When Jon got me to shit it he got me to include a detachable electric cord that goes in between my wooden leg to the can of the rectangles. It's to stop the front or back blowing right field up. As it turned out that cord stopped a few citizenry seeing my bum and snatch because it was quite blowy that day. Jon also got me to take a couple of small towels - just in case.

After walking a statute mile or so Jon saw a store selling things for the beach. He went in and got us some flippers, masks and breather. He'd decided that we were going swimming.

There was no way that I could denudate naked and go swimming, not there, so I had to swim wearing what I had on. The water 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 long metre getting close to me and swimming round and under me that I decided to look to see what he could see. Imagine my surprise when I realised that all 3 rectangles had gone. Apart from the masquerade 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 age, but he wasn't going to enjoin me.

We carried on swim and messing about for a while 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 supply and back to the hotel. I asked Jon if I could take over 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 stimulate a movement. There was this nice hunk walking down the amnionic fluid edge on his own. I stood up and walked straight passed him to Jon. His face was a picture. Jon was just amused by it.

I dried myself and wrapped one of the towels round myself. It was way too diminished and wouldn't tie properly. It only just covered my bum and pussy. Anyone walking passed me on my left would be able-bodied 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 undecomposed look as I got in. At the hotel the hall porter got a substantial 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 room totally raw except for 2 duo of flipper. A middle-aged span looked really surprised when they came out of their room right in front 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 zilch I asked him what he'd bought. It was a stun gun and he'd posted it to himself. He reckoned that it stood a better fortune of getting though in the position rather than us carrying it. He said that they're illegal in the UK.

There was no trouble in the airport because Jon told be to transmit Ben in my bag. No metal sensing element problems. Once we cleared security I had to put them in. I was pleased because the low vibrations of the flight of stairs go along me excited.

The flying was nearly empty and we settled in a windowpane seat. After some food and drink I leaned over and dozed off with my brain on Jon's lap. When I woke-up I had a blanket over me, Jon told me that he'd got a stewardess, sorry cabin crew soul, to get one for me. It was so hush, and Ben had been at work, so I got Jon's dick out and fulfill my mouth.

After a couple of minutes Jon decided that we should renew our rank of the land mile highschool club. I don't think that anyone saw us go into the toilet but as we were walking back to our seats a hostess walked passed us and gave me that ‘ knowing smile ’. In the toilet Jon lifted me up straight away and opened my stage. Before I knew it he was pushing his tool into me. Problem was he'd forgotten that I was wearing Ben. He didn't hurt himself and quickly put his fingerbreadth in and got them out. The surprisal 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 Billy Sunday before my nips and clit were back down to their normal size and the stun gun arrived the stick to Wednesday. Jon keeps it on display in the penalisation room. He hasn't used it on me yet, he's teasing me because he knows that I'll enjoy it. Each metre he mentions it he checks my snatch and finds that I've got a bit surface-active agent.

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 publish about more of our risky venture soon ; it's decent remembering them and getting excited as I write all the details.

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Vanessa