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Hi, my epithet 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 tedious world in a little town in North weal and went to do work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the due east midland of England. It was a hardy decision to seduce as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertizing in a BDSM magazine that mortal had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really cognise what I was letting myself in for, but I really did want to do something because my life was so grim and boring. Even the interview for the job was incredible, but I was so desperate to change 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 situation that it is published on.

If you care to read my Journal you will discover that my family relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to recognize that I have a life that just could not be more square or pleasurable. I love my lifespan and all the picayune adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no body hairsbreadth below my neck opening. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), impertinent breasts that have minor aureoles and giant mammilla. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice firm, matte tummy with a pubic osseous tissue that does perplex out a bit. In my purulent rim I have 2 little gold ringing 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 picayune round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little shaft. I don't own any bandeau, pants, trousers, leg covering or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and wearing apparel 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 people see my body.

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

Jon told me to stop 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 melodic theme for little adventures or incidents that we could cook up to have 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 exchangeable to some of the risky venture that we've had and that I've written about in my diary. At initiative I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that person thought our adventures were salutary enough to simulate. I've started thinking that way as well.

Me on CD in Havana

rightfield, Jon had to go to Miami on stage business ( calculator computer software ). It was a bit of a induce 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 business merging and I was expecting to pass near of the time by hotel pool or on a beach ). Jon decided that I would assume just a coat and shoes 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 restrain it all-inclusive candid. No turmoil on the journey ( it was dark ), but Jon did get me to give him a blowjob one-half way down the M40.

No trouble going through the airport either, Jon got me to remove my pussy anchor ring a few months ago so the metallic element sensor didn't have anything to bleep at.

After we'd taken off Jon opened his briefcase and gave me a footling parcel. He told me to take away it to the toilet and put it on. It contained one of my slim cotton wool mini-dresses and one of my remote controlled vibration. 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 backside Jon told me to deal the coat off before I sat down. As I climbed over Jon to get to my rump ( eye one of three ) the woman on the other side of my seat looked at me and I saw her eyebrows acclivity 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 clit ) and she must have seen my breasts. As I sat down I made sure that my dress wasn't between my kitty and the buns. I didn't want to get off the airplane with a big wet patch on the back of my dress.

The charwoman smiled at me and said,"I expect that it will be quite warm when we land."I said that I hoped so, and got myself well-to-do for the foresighted flight.

It was about 30 minutes before Jon gave me the for the first time flak from the vibe. He'd waited until a few minutes after the fair sex next to me started talking to me again. She was a bit of a stuck-up beef who fancied herself. She started telling me about herself and her handmaid, how it was gracious 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 prat arm. Both Jon and the 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 delicately than you Master."

After a few seconds the woman said,"Your married man seems to care for you a lot."Oh, he's not my husband, he's my master, and yes, he does like for me a lot."I replied."You mean ….."she started to say, but I interrupted her saying,"Yes, he is my sea captain, and I am his slave. I am his, I am devoted to him, and I obey his every program line, without hesitation."“ Blimey !"she retorted."That's freaky. Really flaky, I thought I was the lucky one with handmaiden, but to give somebody 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 story but naughty construction on her face. She was staring at my pegleg and short garb."So if I were to ask you to do something for me, your sea captain wouldn't allow it ?"she said."I obey only my Master,"I repeated,"I'm forbidden, to bear on anyone else, or have anyone contact 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 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 succeeding top two and the penetrate 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 people watching us. There was then only four release left fastened. If it hadn't been for the seat in front of me and the fact that I was in the middle ass of three, I would have had a shaver problem of people being capable to see my bald pubes.

"I see that your Master likes to restrain you prepare for anything,"the char next to me said. I looked at her in a vex way and she continued."The deficiency of underwear, I couldn't assistant but notification 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 char because he switched the vibe on again.

Jon had woken me up because it was fourth dimension to eat and just then the ‘ cabin concomitant'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 celluloid 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 sheet into a very strong, blue-blooded breeze.

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

Sunday

Next morning, my birthday, Jon woke me up by playing with my pussycat for a while then lifting my leg over his shoulder joint and ramming his hawkshaw hard into me. I'd woken-up while he'd been fingering me ( marvelous way to wake-up ), but I pretended to be asleep right until he rammed into me. There's no way I could sleep through that, and Jon knows that.

It was just a wanton, flimsy cotton doll and miserly tube-shaped structure top for me to breakfast, and Jon's succus running down my legs and onto the eating house bum. The skirt 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 soft to tell cos I don't have any haircloth there.

After breakfast we went for a farsighted walking, it was great feeling the passion of the sun. Jon had to go and forgather a business guest in the afternoon so I spent it by the hotel pool. I wore a yucky Weasel bikini that Jon got over the internet from Australia that's so lowly that a dance orchestra Aid would overcompensate more. The material is so thin that you can see the different colouring of my nipples and it hugs every configuration of my crack and protruding clit.

The atmosphere round the kitty was a bit formal and I didn't smell 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. Candles, wine, the lot. I was wearing goose egg but a very small, white backless dress and skid, the dorsum of the dress 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 fall apart a vibe or Ben Wa or something, but he didn't. Instead he got me inebriate and had to half carry me back to the hotel.

Mon

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 - zilch. 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 two-piece dame and top ( no tooshie ) and went to a fast food post next door for some breakfast before going for a swim in the hotel pool. I'd only gone back to the elbow room 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 waiter even went round the pond and came back for a instant feeling. He adjusted the professorship and recliner near my feet so that he could get a longer feel. To reward him I opened my legs a bit. I smiled at him as well, but he only saw my frown sass smiling at him.

That afternoon I decided to go to the hotel gym. I needed to get some recitation, and besides, I'd seen a Nice 6 pack go in there and I wanted to rally him a bit. I took a pair of Jon's unlined running underdrawers and a crop top with me to wear. The short circuit are way too big for me, so they leave my cunt well exposed when I open my legs. I managed to get a bit of fun and left the property with a couplet 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 large very soft sofa 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 nonplus avail from the same waiter who stared at me by the syndicate. poor people bloke, his trousers must throw been real uncomfortable that dark.

Tuesday

Jon arranged for me to go on one of those sightseeing tours. 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 defect for letting him look up my skirt, I suppose I should accept 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 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 take a lot thirster than he'd expected and he was supposed to be flying over to Havana the next day, but he wouldn't be finished Miami. He had to get some software system to a client there and they were having problem with their internet connectedness and they weren't convinced that they'd manage to download it on fourth dimension. 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 extraneous 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 airport and delay until about 2 pm when the Santiago trajectory got in. The client 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 fair sex to set about he laughed and told me that there wouldn't be many slim, blond white girls there showing tidy sum of flesh.

We had a quiet dark in the hotel bar.

Wed

Next morning we were up early. Jon told me to wear out one of my light, short cotton wool ‘ A'skirt and thin white halter-top. The annulus is a low slung one that relies on the size of my rosehip and belly to rest up. I did cope to lose it once when I really held my stomach in when I was in a dress 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 sensitive brake shoe, sunglasses and my Ben Wa lump ( Jon's lodge ).

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 doorway he gave both my nipples a pinch and said,"Don't get your E. B. 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 frisson between my legs.

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

The forgetful flight 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 skirt wasn't between my pussy and the seat.

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

I was wandering around looking for somewhere to sit down and look when I was approached by a security man. He asked me for my pass and traveling document. After he'd looked at them he pointed his gun at me and directed me to an spot that had a man, who looked as if he could be a serjeant, working on a PC. The guard who took me there said some thing to the sergeant then left.

The sergeant kept me waiting for historic period before finally looking up at me. His English people wasn't as well as the safeguard 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 res publica that day. He apologised for interrupting my journey and told me that I must understand that he had to check-out everything unusual and that a beautiful blonde miss, on her own, coming into the commonwealth was unusual. He said that he would have to meet 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 safety pointing his gun at me I was a bit more unwind with the prissy sounding, apologetic serjeant. When he said that he'd have to search me I have to accept that I got a short excited and my nipples went punishing. I could finger them pushing my top forward. He got up and walked round to me and told me to put my custody on my psyche and spread my ramification. He then ran his fingers through my tomentum and then ran his hands all over the repose of me, and I mean all over me. My nipples tingled as he lingered on my white meat, and when he ran his hand up my allow for leg he stopped stagnant when he realised that I wasn't wearing any knickers. He brought his hand up to his face and looked at my pussy juices on the face of his paw for a minute before running his hand up my early leg. This clip he lingered at my kitty before putting the medallion of his hand on my pubic bone and putting a digit 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 logotype on it but the other only had the varsity 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 minute staring at it, he put it in his PC and worked on the keyboard. All of a sudden his center opened wider and then he said,"There's laws about pornography in this country, and you have just broken them."I hadn't a hint what he was talking about until he turned the monitor lizard round of drinks so that I could see what he was looking at.

It was a video recording of me on our ‘ shtup auto ’. For any referee that haven't read part 6 of my journal, the ‘ fucking motorcar'is a machine that Jon got mortal to build in the back bedroom, or ‘ punishment'elbow room at home. My hands are tied above my head and the simple machine raises then lowers me onto a dildo over and over again.

About 8 calendar month ago Jon bought a video camera and taped me on all the automobile in the punishment room, and being punished in various elbow room. I knew that Jon had loaded them onto his PC but I didn't know that he was giving copies 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 wellspring deserved, and gratefully received whipping. We watched Jon whipping my buns and pussy as I counted the strokes out loud. At 30 I could clearly take heed myself moaning with pleasure as I had a fantastic orgasm.

When that video recording ended the sergeant-at-law looked up at me and said,"Maybe I'd better hunting you a bit more thoroughly, take your top off,"he said. I didn't respond straightaway enough and he shouted,"Now."He sounded tempestuous and I wasn't about to get him more upset so I took my deal off my head, un-tied and removed my top. My nipples were really heavy and tingling.

The serjeant-at-law stared at me for a spell then got up and walked round the desk to me. He stood in front of me then started mauling my breasts. He kept pulling and rolling my mamilla between his thumb and finger's breadth. I had a real number problem keeping from moaning with pleasure.

After a few transactions of this he stood back and said,"Now the bird !"What choice did I let ? My only real worry was that he might fuck me and hand me some horrifying disease. Jon doesn't get too tip over if men ( or cleaning lady ) force me to do thing just so long as I don't let them fuck me. Not that I would have had very much pick this time, 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 hired man back on my head and gap my legs again. Of grade I did. He then started to slew his workforce all over my backside and pussy. He spent a lot of sentence 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 clump."What's that in your cunt ?"he said.

I said,"Ben Wa Balls,"but he just looked blankly at me as told me to convey them out. I squatted down and squeezed them out onto the floor 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 respite 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 figure out out what they were for. They were knocking into each other and after about a mo or so a smile came on his look and he pushed them back into my pussy.

He turned to me and grabbed my pubic osseous tissue again. This time when his finger 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 groan and shuddered as I orgasmed. After he'd had sufficiency with his finger he pulled it out and stood back."bend dexter over the desk,"he said.

Oh no ! I thought, he's going to have a go at it me. I was getting scare. I could hear him doing something and it sounded like he was undoing his trouser. I thought ‘ couplet yourself girl ’.

The following thing I felt was a finger 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 harm.

He moved me about a bit then pulled his hand out and state me to stand up and sprain and look him. I then had to spread my leg again and put my hands on my head. He then went round to the desk and got out this lump of charge plate with 2 alloy streak 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 duet of instant before coming up to me and rubbing the device up and down my front. He was saying something about not wanting char like me in the state, but I wasn't really listening to him. Every time the gimmick went over my tit or lowly breadbasket I got a tingling in my nipple and puss. It wasn't from the device ; it was just where it was being rubbed. I could finger my juice starting to run down the insides of my legs.

Then it happened, the gimmick was on my rightfulness nipple when I got this incredibly strong pain all over. I've had the odd 240-volt shock by stroke at home before, but this was like C of meter stronger. My knees buckled and I screamed out in hurting. Somehow I managed to stick on my infantry, but I'm not sure how. After the initial pain my mamilla was rock hard and hurting like hell. My pussycat was responding too, I could feel an orgasm coming on.

lecturer of my journal will be intimate that painful sensation is something that gives me pleasure, the to a greater extent the pain, the more the pleasure.

I looked at the sergeant and saw the smiling on his face, and the gibbosity in his trousers.

The stun gun moved to my impart mammilla and I watched and waited. I think I saw his finger's breadth strike a bit, and then I saw the low arc of electrical energy as it jumped from one prong, through my nipple then to the early prong. This time I did collapse to the level. The incredible painful sensation took me over the edge and I moaned and shook as I had one of the skilful sexual climax that I'd had for weeks.

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

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

The sergeant told me to lie on my back on the desk. When I was there he told me to put my hands on my head, and to give my ramification again. By that prison term my pussy was gaping open and I could experience their breathing space inside my jam 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 consume the stun gun. I tensed-up in expectancy and my case showed that I was scared.

It hit me. I've never screamed so loud and cum so hard. My clit felt like it was a glow trail football. I'm sure that I was squirting cum out over the desk. I was shaking and sweating for what seemed care hours. I vaguely call up seeing the big grin on the two men's faces.

Then it happened again. I thought that Jon's whipstitching had taken me to the bound, but I was improper. I came over and over again. I was shattered.

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

The men grabbed my subdivision and dragged me out of the elbow room and out into the open air. My wrists were tied together and the forget me drug was slung over a beam at the side of the construction. I was pulled-up until my feet just touched the primer coat. 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 metrical unit. I was too knackered anyway. You get used to being having niggling rake going to your hands, and your shoulders get used to the pain.

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

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

After a instant or so I started to take in where I was. I was at the incline of some form of service of process road to the airport. There was what looked same drome proletarian walking up and down the road and the odd lorry going passed. The route was about 3 cadence from where I was and to the highest degree of the passing people were looking over towards me. Most just looked and kept walking, but a few stopped for a while and had a good look.

After about an hour or so some teenager ( boys and young woman ) 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 boy put a deal on my leftover tit. When he touched the nipple I winced, it was VERY pinnace and still rock hard. His hand pulled back for a second but soon came back, and had a good grope. The hand then went down to my pubes and he gave a slight smile as he held my bald pubes. Only for a second gear though because it soon went in between my stage and into my pussy. When he touched my clitoris I really winced and tried to pluck back. My clit still felt like a electrocution football game.

They all had a grope of me, even the girls who seemed very interested in my deficiency of pubic hair and enceinte clit.

Eventually they left and I was left to overcharge up the sun. My pussy was leaking juices all the metre, but the sun was drying them before they dripped off my feet.

A distich 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 full grope as well, and even got his tool out and tried to get it to get hold of my pussy. He didn't appear to have the sense ( fortunately ) to actualize that he'd have to cause something to stand on to get high enough.

After a few minutes 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 sentry duty that I hadn't seen before and he wasn't going to overleap the opportunity to birth a proficient 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 shut to cumming them then leaving me frustrated.

By the time the guard duty finally untied me I was getting a little sun-burned. They gave me my clothes and told me to put them on. It was a bit difficult because my arms and script were numb from having hung by my radiocarpal joint 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 pocketbook ; everything was there except for the CD with the videos on. I guess that it ( and copies of it ) will be doing the one shot in Cuba now.

The escape back to Miami was uneventful, albeit a bit irritating, and it didn't really serve wearing Ben, they only seemed to hit my clit swell more. I was very thirsty and tope quite a lot of body 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 yell from his customer. When he'd been ineffectual to find me he'd asked around and heard that a blonde, T. H. White girl had been arrested. He'd decided to get out of there as soon as he could.

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

It was tardy ( ish ) that Night when Jon took me to a restaurant with me wearing just my red engagement apparel and high heels. It was a thoroughly job that I don't wear underclothes as they would have been quite obvious. Wearing cipher under it looks a lot more obvious. We got lashings of attention from the waiters but I was too tired to enjoy it.

Th

Jon let me log Z's until 8:00 am. When I woke up the sun was shining, the curtain were wide-eyed give and Jon had taken the covering off me. I turned my drumhead 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 knocking on the door and I heard Jon vociferation from the can."Get that please V."I quickly looked for a gown or something but everything was put away. ‘ What the nether region !'I thought and opened the room access in the nude. The look on the waiter's face was invaluable. Jon had ordered breakfast and the server wheeled it in and set it up on the mesa. All the meter he kept looking over to me. I just stood and watched, still holding the door widely open.

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

The server ran out of things to do to extend his arrest 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 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 can room access watching with a big grin on his case. The waiter hadn't even seen him.

After breakfast Jon told me that he'd just got one more than 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 late 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 fatigue something sonant over my mamilla and save walking to a lower limit so I put on a satiny back-less mini-dress with an ‘ A'skirt that's quite low at the back.

I went for a taxi and asked to be taken to the nigh plaza that had plenty of clothes store. It didn't take hanker and I was soon slowly walking through the promenade getting a cadence for what was there. Wow, Miami has some great shop class, and just about everything I saw was tawdry than in the UK.

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

Next I went into a boutique and selected three bird 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 fall down any second. Of course I had to consider my dress off to try the skirts on and the changing carrel didn't have a mirror in it. It looked as if it did at one time because there were screws 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 primary dress shop are. The Lester Willis Young girl did a two-baser take when she saw me, but carried no serving mortal 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 eyes as she said it looked enceinte. Her eyes never even looked at the skirt ; they were glued to my swollen nipples. I have to admit, my nipples are big ( not like the rest of my tits ) at the in effect of multiplication, but they were like Jon's thumb conclusion 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 class 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 immediate thought process I said,"Yes"and she followed me into the kiosk. Before she's closed the curtain I dropped the skirt I was wearing, much to the delight of a man that had come over to see if he'd actually seen a topless woman.

The young woman stared at me again, this time down at my bald pussy. I let her for a few seconds before asking her to cash in one's chips me one of the other wench. She woke-up again, said sorry, and got one for me. To go the silence 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 prove it, she lifted her skirt at the front to let out a nicely trimmed bush."a lot nicer being give up isn't it ?"she said."Absolutely"I replied.

I gave her the bird back and asked her to put in on me for me, she seemed a trivial surprised, but unfastened it and bent down holding it subject for me to tread into it. As I did she saw my swell up 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 pelvis. The bird fastened at the front and her soft gentle handwriting felt good on my breadbasket as she slowly fastened it. I slid it down onto my coxa 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 peak on a rack.

The young lady followed me and watched as I smoothed the fabric 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 hips and down to the story. phonograph needle to say I didn't boot after it, in fact I looked over at the man and the girl to make for sure that they were looking before I stepped out of it and bent grass ( at the shank ) to pick it up. The man got a great prospect of my pussycat and I felt a bit of a rush of succus as I looked between my legs to watch him watching me.

I picked the wench up and walked back into the cubicle, and turned to learn the lady friend following me, and the man staring at me.

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

I bought the first base skirt that I tried-on, it felt good, looked beneficial, could easily blow up in the steer, and could easily be adjusted so that it wouldn't take much for it to devolve down.

From there I went for a coffee bean at a café in open area of mall. I sat there mightily next to where mickle of people were walking towards me. I never cross my legs, but with my painful swell button I needed to establish it peck of room so that it didn't hurt more. I noticed one old man go round three prison term to get to see more. When I saw him coming the one-third clip 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 loving cup of umber before I finally moved on.

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

I know, I'm a actual teaser.

I spotted one man following me up a couplet of times ; he had this bag that had long handgrip so the bag was nearly on the floor. I thought I saw a video television camera pointing up out of it so I thought I'd take in his endeavour 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 understructure up a step 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 brushwood against my substructure but didn't motion. 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 favorable male shoe store help, and by that clip it was a very damp twat. 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 clip I left he was as close to cumming as I was.

I was dying for a good screw so I got a taxicab back to the hotel and went up to our room to wait for Jon. Fortunately I didn't have to wait long and Jon was just as incisive to have me on the balcony as I was to have him. It still hurt when Jon caressed my pap and clit.

We had a silence Nox in the hotel eating house and bar that night.

Fri

Jon inspected my nipples 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 kitty area. After he shot his load into me and gone balmy, he pulled out and slapped my backside.

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

After breakfast Jon told me we were going for a walking. I had to go and change into what is basically 3 rectangles of textile. The one that goes over my breasts is held with 2 corduroy, one bout my neck opening and the former round my body, a bit like a bikini top, but totally unfit. The other 2 rectangles cover my bum and cunt. A cord goes round my hips to entertain them in position. When Jon got me to prepare it he got me to include a detachable cord that goes in between my legs to the bottom of the rectangles. It's to stop the front or back blowing right up. As it turned out that corduroy stopped a few multitude seeing my bum and kitty because it was quite windy that day. Jon also got me to take a couple of minor towels - just in case.

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

There was no way that I could strip defenseless and go swim, not there, so I had to drown wearing what I had on. The water was cold at inaugural, 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 raw is a tactual sensation 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 look to see what he could see. Imagine my surprisal when I realised that all 3 rectangles had gone. Apart from the mask and flipper I was naked. I swam over to Jon and asked him if he knew. He told me that I'd been like that for ages, but he wasn't going to recount 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 and back to the hotel. I asked Jon if I could borrow his boxers 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 Nice hunk walking down the waters edge on his own. I stood up and walked straight passed him to Jon. His cheek was a picture. Jon was just amused by it.

I dried myself and wrapped one of the towels round myself. It was way too humble and wouldn't tie properly. It only just covered my bum and cunt. Anyone walking passed me on my leftfield would be able to see that I was naked under it. And with me not being able to tie it there was a dandy danger that it would fall down anyway.

Jon decided to get a hack back to the hotel and the driver had a honest aspect as I got in. At the hotel the doorman got a veridical eyeful when he opened my doorway. In the lift Jon took the towel off me and gave me the flipper to run. I had to walk all along the corridor to our room totally defenseless except for 2 distich of flipper. A middle-aged couple looked really surprised when they came out of their room right in forepart of me.

We were on an evening 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 stun gun and he'd posted it to himself. He reckoned that it stood a easily probability of getting though in the post 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 carry Ben in my bag. No metal detector trouble. Once we cleared security I had to put them in. I was pleased because the low vibrations of the escape keep back me excited.

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

After a mates of arcminute Jon decided that we should renew our membership of the Swedish mile richly 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 legs. Before I knew it he was pushing his dick into me. Problem was he'd forgotten 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 hindquarters was quite wet by the meter we landed at Heathrow.

It was the Sunday before my chilliness and button were back down to their convention size and the stun gun arrived the following Wednesday. Jon keeps it on video display in the punishment elbow 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 twat and finds that I've got a bit wetter.

That was my first experience of U.S.A. ( and Cuba ) ; I hope Jon takes me back there soon. I also hope that Jon gets me to save about Thomas More of our adventure soon ; it's nice remembering them and getting charge as I write all the details.

Love

Vanessa