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Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound chassis with blondish whisker. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little 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 fearless determination to lay down as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the stylist where I worked. I didn't really love what I was letting myself in for, but I really did take to do something because my life was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so dire to convert 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 publish a daybook of my new life, and he has since created a web internet site that it is published on.

If you care to interpret my Journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of virtually employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a aliveness that just could not be more satisfying or gratifying. I love my life-time and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a short bit of hair that grows on my ramification, I have no organic structure whisker below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breasts that have small aureoles and goliath tit. When they're laborious Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does baffle out a bit. In my snatch rim I have 2 minuscule 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 lilliputian rhythm head. Jon sometimes calls it my footling tool. I don't own any bras, knickers, trousers, leg covering or shorts ; and 90 % of my wench and dresses 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 block up writing my journal in the summertime 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 approximation for little adventure or incidents that we could fabricate to have some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copy of some of the text in my daybook, and one or two that are very standardized to some of the adventure that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At first I was a bit riled about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that somebody thought our dangerous undertaking 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 business ( computing device computer software ). It was a bit of a Benjamin 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 wearing apparel with him than I did ( well he was going to business merging and I was expecting to drop almost of the metre by hotel syndicate or on a beach ). Jon decided that I would wear 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 up I had to unfasten my coat and continue it encompassing open. No excitement on the journey ( it was darkness ), 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 remove my snatch band a few months ago so the metal detectors didn't have anything to bleep at.

After we'd taken off Jon opened his briefcase and gave me a minuscule package. He told me to conduct it to the toilet and put it on. It contained one of my thin out cotton mini-dresses and one of my remote controlled vibe. As I put that in I got a bit wet with the prevision of what I was expecting Jon to do to me without actually touching me. As I got back to my behind Jon told me to take the coat off before I sat down. As I climbed over Jon to get to my seat ( center one of three ) the womanhood on the other side of my tush 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 garb was hanging down ( it's a bit sloppy, especially as I never fasten the top two buttons ) and she must have seen my white meat. As I sat down I made sure that my frock wasn't between my kitty-cat and the tail end. I didn't want to get off the plane 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 lovesome when we land."I said that I hoped so, and got myself comfortable for the recollective flight.

It was about 30 minute before Jon gave me the first blast from the vibration. He'd waited until a few minutes after the woman next to me started talking to me again. She was a bit of a persnickety beef 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 limb. Both Jon and the woman asked me if I was all right at the same fourth dimension. 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 adult female said,"Your married man seems to care for you a lot."Oh, he's not my hubby, he's my superior, 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 command, without hesitation."“ Blimey !"she retorted."That's freaky. Really gonzo, I thought I was the favourable one with handmaid, but to take in someone who's a, a submissive, your err. master is a very favorable man. Do you do everything that everyone tells you ?"“ I obey only him."I said."Pity,"she said, looking at me with a shady but gamy expression on her font. She was staring at my branch and poor dress."So if I were to ask you to do something for me, your Master wouldn't reserve it ?"she said."I obey only my Master,"I repeated,"I'm forbidden, to touch anyone else, or have anyone touch me unless my professional Tell me to it."

Just then Jon interrupted and asked me if I wanted a drunkenness. 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 vibe was starting to do its job. Jon got me a crank of vino and it wasn't long before I was feeling sleepy. I dozed off and when I woke up the future top two and the underside two buttons of my attire 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 buttons left fastened. If it hadn't been for the rear end in front of me and the fact that I was in the middle posterior of three, I would have got had a minor problem of people being capable to see my bald pubes.

"I see that your sea captain 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 underclothing, I couldn't help but notice when you were sleeping and leaning on your ‘ captain ’. It must have been a nice dream, you were obviously enjoying it."

My pussy was quite wet, and Jon must have heard the fair sex because he switched the vibe on again.

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

The residuum of the flight was quite uneventful - unless you call 2 orgasm as I pretended to watch the film 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 tremendous getting off the plane into a very warm, gentle breeze.

When we arrived at the Hotel it was gravid, very big and posh, our elbow room was on the fifteenth floor and had a not bad view 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 climax in the hold out 24 hours.

Sunday

Next morning, 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 dick hard into me. I'd woken-up while he'd been fingering me ( fantastical way to wake-up ), but I pretended to be asleep right until he rammed into me. There's no way I could log Z's through that, and Jon knows that.

It was just a light, thin cotton wool dame and tight tube top for me to breakfast, and Jon's juices running down my leg and onto the restaurant tail. The annulus is very short-change and low slung, if I pull it down as far as it will go you can see the top of my pubes - not that it's easy to tell cos I don't have any tomentum there.

After breakfast we went for a prospicient walk, it was great feeling the warmth of the sun. Jon had to go and assemble a business customer in the good afternoon so I spent it by the hotel pocket billiards. I wore a Wicked Weasel bikini that Jon got over the internet from Australia that's so modest that a Band Aid would continue more than. The material is so thin that you can see the different vividness of my nipple and it hugs every conformation of my shot and protruding clit.

The atm round the pool was a bit formal and I didn't feel like going topless, but I did get quite a few spirit in that bikini.

That evening Jon took me to a posh restaurant for a big birthday dinner party. Candles, wine, the lot. I was wearing null but a very small, blank backless dress and shoes, the back of the dress is so low cut that you can see the top of the pass of my ass so it was obvious that I had nix on underneath. I was half expecting Jon to recount me to wear a vibe or Ben Wa or something, but he didn't. Instead he got me rummy and had to one-half post 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 log Z's dress - 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 bird and top ( no bottoms ) and went to a tight nutrient billet side by side door for some breakfast before going for a swim in the hotel pool. I'd only gone back to the room to collect a towel, not to put anything else on, so I had the pleasure of swimming virtually bottomless. The space seemed more relaxed and I flashed a yoke of the waiter by lifting my genu up on the sun lounger as they walked towards me. One waiter even went round the pond and came back for a s face. He adjusted the chairwoman and loungers near my metrical unit so that he could get a longer look. To pay back him I opened my stage a bit. I smiled at him as well, but he only saw my grim lips smiling at him.

That afternoon I decided to go to the hotel gym. I needed to get some exercise, and besides, I'd seen a skillful 6 plurality go in there and I wanted to tease him a bit. I took a span of Jon's unlined running shorts and a harvest top with me to break. The shorts are way too big for me, so they leave my slit well exposed when I open my leg. I managed to own a bit of fun and left the place with a brace 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 prominent very soft sofa that we almost disappeared into. My bum was frown than my knees and as I never cross my wooden leg, just about everyone who walked passed and looked could see my pussy. We got amazing military service from the same waiter who stared at me by the pool. Poor bloke, his trousers must make been rattling uncomfortable that nighttime.

Tues

Jon arranged for me to go on one of those sightseeing tours. I suppose it was interesting, but a bit oil production 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 shift for letting him expect up my skirt, I suppose I should have scared him off by saying,"come on then, get it out and bang 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 problem, the job there was going to contain a lot longer 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 to a guest there and they were having trouble 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 need a written matter over there just in face. I was a little anxious 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 Santiago flight 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 woman to draw near he laughed and told me that there wouldn't be many slim, blond white girls there showing luck of flesh.

We had a subdued nighttime in the hotel bar.

Wednesday

Next daybreak we were up early. Jon told me to jade one of my Inner Light, short-circuit cotton wool ‘ A'skirt and thin white halter-top. The skirt is a low slung one that relies on the size of it of my hip and stomach to stay on up. I did negociate to lose it once when I really held my breadbasket in when I was in a dress shop. No one was around so the exertion was wasted - except for knowing that I could do it if I wanted to. I also wore sensible shoes, dark glasses and my Ben Wa clump ( Jon's parliamentary procedure ).

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 nipples a pinch and said,"Don't get your White person top dirty playing with them too much."I smiled at him and we drove off with 2 bullets pushing out my top and a small prickling between my legs.

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

The short flight was uneventful except for the shakiness of the airplane bouncing Ben about a bit. It was a good job that I'd made sure that my doll wasn't between my kitty and the seat.

It was still early on when I got to Havana so I went to a snack bar and had a coffee before walking over to the domestic airport. The master airport was quite courteous, but the domestic airport is a bit of a woebegone 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 security man. He asked me for my passport and travel documents. After he'd looked at them he pointed his gun at me and directed me to an power 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 ages before finally looking up at me. His side wasn't as good 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 tap-off that some drugs would be coming into the rural area 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 girl, on her own, coming into the body politic was unusual. He said that he would birth 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 blue, but he'd have to seek me. After being scared a bit by the guard pointing his gun at me I was a bit more relaxed with the nice sounding, apologetic serjeant-at-law. When he said that he'd have to search me I have to include that I got a little excited and my teat went severely. I could palpate them pushing my top forward. He got up and walked round to me and told me to put my hands on my foreland and spread my legs. He then ran his finger's breadth through my tomentum and then ran his hands all over the relaxation of me, and I mean all over me. My nipples tingled as he lingered on my breasts, and when he ran his hired hand up my left leg he stopped perfectly when he realised that I wasn't wearing any bloomers. He brought his bridge player up to his face and looked at my kitty-cat juice on the side of his hand for a instant before running his hired man up my other leg. This metre he lingered at my pussy before putting the palm of his script on my pubic pearl 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 party 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 on-key ), and after a few bit 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 jurisprudence about porn in this country, and you have just broken them."I hadn't a hint what he was talking about until he turned the proctor circle so that I could see what he was looking at.

It was a video of me on our ‘ nookie machine ’. For any readers that haven't read part 6 of my journal, the ‘ fucking simple machine'is a machine that Jon got somebody to make in the dorsum sleeping accommodation, or ‘ punishment'room at nursing home. My hands are tied above my heading and the machine raises then lowers me onto a dildo over and over again.

About 8 month ago Jon bought a telecasting camera and taped me on all the automobile in the penalty room, and being punished in diverse ways. 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 recording 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 pussy as I counted the accident out gimcrack. At 30 I could clearly hear myself moaning with pleasure as I had a fantastic orgasm.

When that video ended the sergeant looked up at me and said,"Maybe I'd better search you a bit more thoroughly, take your top off,"he said. I didn't respond quick enough and he shouted,"Now."He sounded furious and I wasn't about to get him more discompose so I took my hands off my principal, un-tied and removed my top. My nipple were really hard and tingling.

The serjeant 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 tit. He kept pulling and rolling my nipples between his thumb and finger's breadth. I had a veridical trouble keeping from moaning with pleasure.

After a few minutes of this he stood back and said,"Now the skirt !"What choice did I induce ? My only real concern was that he might fuck me and give me some horrible disease. Jon doesn't get too upset if men ( or women ) force me to do things just so long as I don't let them make love me. Not that I would birth had often choice 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 serjeant told me to put my hands back on my mind and spread my stage again. Of course I did. He then started to slue his hands all over my arse and snatch. He spent a lot of meter feeling my bald pubic pile, 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 nut."What's that in your cunt ?"he said.

I said,"Ben Wa Balls,"but he just looked blankly at me as told me to guide 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 floor. When it didn't recess he looked at me so I said,"solid steel."He picked it up and had both of them in one manus. He was rattling them about in his hired hand and obviously trying to form out what they were for. They were knocking into each other and after about a moment or so a smiling came on his face 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 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 over the desk,"he said.

Oh no ! I thought, he's going to get it on me. I was getting scare away. I could discover him doing something and it sounded like he was undoing his trousers. I thought ‘ brace yourself daughter ’.

The adjacent thing I felt was a finger going into my ass. It waggled one shot 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 pussycat. I was then lifted up by that hand. That hurt.

He moved me about a bit then pulled his hired man out and told me to remain firm up and wrick and face him. I then had to spread my legs again and put my hired hand on my pass. He then went beat to the desk and got out this lump of charge card with 2 metallic element barroom coming out of one end about 2 inch apart. At first of all I didn't realise what it was, but I soon found out.

He kept me standing there for a brace of minutes before coming up to me and rubbing the gimmick up and down my battlefront. He was saying something about not wanting women like me in the res publica, but I wasn't really listening to him. Every time the gimmick went over my breasts or lower stomach I got a tingling in my mammilla and pussy. It wasn't from the device ; it was just where it was being rubbed. I could feel my juice starting to run down the insides of my legs.

Then it happened, the device was on my right pap 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 similar C of clock time unassailable. My knees buckled and I screamed out in pain. Somehow I managed to stay on my infantry, but I'm not sure how. After the initial pain my pap was rock hard and hurting like hell. My pussy was responding too, I could palpate an orgasm coming on.

Readers of my journal will eff that pain is something that gives me delight, the more the pain, the more the pleasure.

I looked at the sergeant-at-law and saw the grin on his face, and the hump in his trousers.

The stun gun moved to my left mammilla and I watched and waited. I think I saw his finger displace 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 fourth dimension I did collapse to the floor. The incredible pain took me over the edge and I moaned and shook as I had one of the best climax that I'd had for weeks.

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

The new guard had a trade good feeling at me then explored my breast and pussy with his manpower. When he touched my mamilla and clit I just about came again. My pinch were intemperate than they've ever been before.

The sergeant told me to lie on my vertebral column on the desk. When I was there he told me to put my hands on my head, and to spread my wooden leg again. By that fourth dimension my pussy was gaping open and I could feel their breath inside my gob 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 anticipation and my face 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 electrocution lead football game. 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 demarcation line, but I was wrong. I came over and over again. I was shattered.

The third clip it happened I just felt a bit of pain then the next thing I knew I was waking-up in a heap on the storey. The two men were still there, but there was a middle-aged char there as well. I guess that she was their superior as they jumped when she shouted something at them.

The men grabbed my weapon system and dragged me out of the room and out into the unfold air. My carpus were tied together and the rope was slung over a beam at the incline of the building. I was pulled-up until my feet just touched the ground. Ropes were tied to my ankles and my legs were pulled apart.

I've spent many hours restrained in that military position so I didn't need to try to hold up my weight unit on my feet. I was too knackered anyway. You get used to being having picayune parentage going to your hired hand, and your articulatio humeri get used to the pain.

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

Little did he get it on 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 call for in where I was. I was at the side of some variety of Service route to the airport. There was what looked the like airport workers walking up and down the road and the odd lorry going passed. The road was about 3 metres from where I was and most of the passing play citizenry were looking over towards me. Most just looked and kept walk, but a few stopped for a while and had a well look.

After about an hour or so some teen ( boys and lady friend ) 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 hand on my left tit. When he touched the nipple I winced, it was VERY cutter 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 pubic bone and he gave a rebuff grinning as he held my bald pubes. Only for a second though because it soon went in between my pegleg and into my pussy. When he touched my button I really winced and tried to force back. My clit still felt like a burning football.

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

Eventually they left and I was left to fleece up the sun. My pussy was leaking succus all the clock time, 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 floater, and a slightly retarded one at that. He had a practiced grope as well, and even got his gumshoe out and tried to get it to reach my twat. He didn't appear to have the horse sense ( fortunately ) to realise that he'd have to have got something to stand on to get high up enough.

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

It was a safeguard that I hadn't seen before and he wasn't going to miss the opportunity to have a dear 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 little sun-burned. They gave me my apparel and told me to put them on. It was a bit unmanageable because my branch and manpower 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 button was still very tumefy and sore. After I'd checked-in they saw me through pass controller then left me. I checked my pocketbook ; everything was there except for the CD with the video recording on. I guess that it ( and transcript of it ) will be doing the rounds in Cuba now.

The flight back to Miami was uneventful, albeit a bit painful, and it didn't really help wearing Ben, they only seemed to wee my clit swell more. I was very thirsty and imbibe quite a lot of H2O 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 headphone phone call from his guest. When he'd been unable to observe me he'd asked around and heard that a blonde, T. H. White miss 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 ‘ legal injury ’. He assured me that my nipple were all decently, just swollen. When he touched them I nearly came because they were still tingling and very sensitive. I did cum when Jon inspected my button and then retrieved Ben. After that he told me to take a ‘ cool'bath - which didn't service - apart from feeling clean again.

It was recently ( ish ) that nighttime when Jon took me to a eatery with me wearing just my red operate wearing apparel and high heel. It was a right job that I don't wear underwear as they would have been quite obvious. Wearing nothing under it looks a lot more obvious. We got lots of care from the server but I was too fag out to delight it.

Thursday

Jon let me sleep until 8:00 am. When I woke up the sun was shining, the curtains were wide undetermined and Jon had taken the binding off me. I turned my head and looked out of the window to see a man on a balcony in the hotel opposite. He was staring straight at me.

There was a whack on the doorway and I heard Jon shout from the bathroom."Get that please V."I quickly looked for a robe or something but everything was put away. ‘ What the blaze !'I thought and opened the door in the nude. The look on the server's face was priceless. Jon had ordered breakfast and the server wheeled it in and set it up on the tabular array. All the meter he kept looking over to me. I just stood and watched, still holding the door broad open.

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

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

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

Before he left me for the day, Jon inspected my nipples and clitoris again. They were still swollen and tingling. He told me to put on something mild over my pap and keep back walking to a minimum so I put on a sleek 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 nearest center that had lots of clothes shops. It didn't take long and I was soon slowly walking through the mall getting a cadence for what was there. Wow, Miami has some great shop, and just about everything I saw was cheaper than in the UK.

I started in a lingerie shop and bought a slip that I'll be capable to wear upon 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 type that you can easily adjust the ‘ waistline'so that they feel as if they are about to shine down any second. Of line I had to take my dress off to try the skirts on and the changing carrell didn't have a mirror in it. It looked as if it did at one metre because there were shag that looked as if they'd held a mirror in place once. So, to see what the skirt looked like on I had to go out into the main boutique are. The young miss did a two-base hit take when she saw me, but carried no serving person else.

When she'd finished serving that char she came over to me and asked if I wanted any help. I asked her if she though the doll looked safe on me and watched her eyes as she said it looked great. Her eye never even looked at the skirt ; they were glued to my swollen nipples. I have to admit, my tit are big ( not like the remainder of my titmouse ) at the respectable of times, but they were corresponding Jon's flip ends after the stun gun.

I turned away from her and she stopped daydreaming. She started to say something about me not being out in the main shop domain topless, but I ignored her and I told her that I'd go and try one of the former annulus on. She asked if I'd like any avail. After a flying thought I said,"Yes"and she followed me into the cubicle. Before she's closed the curtain I dropped the annulus 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 endorsement before asking her to pass me one of the other skirt. She woke-up again, said sorry, and got one for me. To break 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 doll at the front to reveal a nicely trimmed bush."Much nicer being free 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 bow down holding it open for me to step 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 pegleg were in she slit the dame up to my hips. The skirt fastened at the front and her flabby placate hands felt right on my tum as she slowly fastened it. I slid it down onto my articulatio coxae 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 material down. I told her that I wanted to see if I could get it any humble so I adjusted the fastener and pulled it down on my hips again."Oops !"I said as the skirt slid too far down my hip and down to the flooring. phonograph needle to say I didn't rushing after it, in fact I looked over at the man and the fille 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 thought of my kitty-cat and I felt a bit of a rush of juice as I looked between my legs to find out him watching me.

I picked the skirt up and walked back into the cubicle, and turned to watch the female child following me, and the man staring at me.

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

I bought the first skirt that I tried-on, it felt unspoiled, looked good, could easily burn out up in the wind, and could easily be adjusted so that it wouldn't take much for it to pass down.

From there I went for a coffee at a café in open area of plaza. I sat there right next to where lots of multitude were walking towards me. I never cross my peg, but with my afflictive intumesce clit I needed to kick in it mass of room so that it didn't hurt more. I noticed one old man go round three times to get to see more. When I saw him coming the third base time I deliberately opened my legs wider so that he really could see everything. I think I made that old man's day. I had three cups of coffee before I finally moved on.

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

I know, I'm a real tease.

I spotted one man following me up a couple of times ; he had this bag that had foresighted handles so the bag was nearly on the base. I thought I saw a picture camera pointing up out of it so I thought I'd make his endeavour worthwhile. I timed it so that I was right in presence of him as we got onto the escalator then stood with my feet about a foot apart. Half way up I lifted my left wing foot up a whole tone and leaned forward to rub my foot. I looked back down my side and saw the bag virtually in between my legs. I saw a red visible radiation in the bag as well.

When I walked off the top of the escalator I went to a workshop windowpane and stood looking in, with my invertebrate foot well apart. I felt the bag light touch against my feet but didn't move. Eventually I saw him walk 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 slit to some lucky manful shoe workshop assistant, and by that time it was a very damp puss. I waited around just looking until this untried man was unblock. As he walked over to me I could see him looking me up and down. I didn't disappoint him and by the time I left he was as close to cumming as I was.

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

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

Friday

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 pool region. After he shot his load into me and gone lenient, he pulled out and slapped my derriere.

We went down for breakfast with me in a small halter-top and poor 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 fabric. The one that goes over my knocker is held with 2 corduroys, one round my neck opening and the early round my body, a bit like a two-piece top, but totally disqualify. The other 2 rectangles cut across my bum and kitty. A cord goes round my hips to take for them in space. When Jon got me to work it he got me to include a detachable corduroy that goes in between my leg to the bottom of the rectangles. It's to stop the strawman or back blowing right up. As it turned out that cord stopped a few masses seeing my bum and twat because it was quite windy that day. Jon also got me to bring a pair of small towels - just in case.

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

There was no way that I could strip bare and go swimming, not there, so I had to float 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 masque, spent quite a yearn meter getting close to me and swimming round and under me that I decided to look to see what he could see. conceive of my surprise 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 severalise me.

We carried on swimming 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 urine and back to the hotel. I asked Jon if I could borrow his shorts and shirt but he said"no."

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

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

Jon decided to get a taxi back to the hotel and the driver had a good flavor as I got in. At the hotel the doorman got a real eyeful when he opened my door. In the nip and tuck Jon took the towel off me and gave me the flipper to carry. I had to walk all along the corridor to our elbow room 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 line of me.

We were on an eve 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 zippo 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 chance of getting though in the post rather than us carrying it. He said that they're illegal in the UK.

There was no problem in the aerodrome because Jon told be to post Ben in my bag. No metal detector problems. Once we cleared security I had to put them in. I was pleased because the low shaking of the flight hold open me excited.

The flight was nearly empty and we settled in a windowpane seat. After some food and deglutition 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, bad cabin crew individual, to get one for me. It was so hushed, and Ben had been at study, so I got Jon's dick out and take my mouth.

After a couple of hour Jon decided that we should renew our membership of the air mile high up club. I don't think that anyone saw us go into the crapper but as we were walking back to our ass a hostess walked passed us and gave me that ‘ knowing smile ’. In the toilet Jon lifted me up straight away and opened my leg. Before I knew it he was pushing his dick into me. Problem was he'd forgotten that I was wearing Ben. He didn't harm himself and quickly put his finger in and got them out. The surprise hadn't cooled him down and he came quite quickly.

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

It was the Sunday before my chilliness and clitoris were back down to their normal sizing and the stun gun arrived the adopt Wednesday. Jon keeps it on exhibit in the penalty room. He hasn't used it on me yet, he's teasing me because he knows that I'll enjoy it. Each metre he mentions it he checks my pussy and finds that I've got a bit bed wetter.

That was my first experience of U.S.A. ( and Republic of Cuba ) ; I hope Jon takes me back there soon. I also hope that Jon gets me to write about more of our risky venture soon ; it's decent remembering them and getting excited as I write all the details.

sexual love

Vanessa