The adventure I'm about to describe happened in outflow 2000 when Jon had to go to Morocco on a business slip. He managed to get a few days holiday and took me along with him.

Trip to Maroc

The journey over there was quite uneventful except for me letting one or two people see what I wasn't wearing under my dress. The flight took off late evening England meter and it had been a bit of a dash to get to the airport. When Jon told me about the trip and the foresightful plane journeying I remembered the plane tripper from Tenerife in December 1998 when Jon had me wear my Ben Wa ball and I'd been looking forward to time of day of slow vibrations sending enjoyable waves through me. As it turned out we were both quite knackered and it wasn't long before we were both benumbed, me leaning over on my side on his chest.

When I woke up my head had fallen onto his lap and my hand was under my head. Jon had woken up before me and had an erection that I was holding onto ( over his trousers ). I didn't move for a while and pretended to be asleep while I gently squeezed him. While I was doing that I heard Jon ask one on the cabin crew for a blanket. He told the woman that he thought that my legs would get cold. It was then that I realised that my short dress had ridden up and my derriere was nearly on sentiment. I reckon that if anyone in the tail on the other incline of the aisle had slumped down in their backside they would own been able to see my stallion ass and my trivial gold pack. Those of you who have read my diary will hump that I have a footling gold ring in each of my pussy lips.

Jon carefully put the blanket over to the highest degree of my body and wooden leg, but not before putting his arm under the blanket. His deal could just reach my kitty-cat and he slowly played with my clit until the inevitable happened and I gave a stifled moan and shuddered.

It was late at night when we got to our hotel in Casablanca and the air conditioning made it lovely and cool. future cockcrow Jon went and organised a hire car so that we could go and see some of the country before his meeting the succeeding day.

I put on a thin cotton fiber ‘ A'mini skirt, a lean halter-top ( only just covered my breasts ) and shoes, whilst Jon put on chinos and a shirt. As we were walking out to the car one of the hotel doorman came over to Jon and had a ‘ quiet word'with him. Apparently he was concerned for my safety going out dressed like that. Neither of us thought that I would get a problem although we did observe that nearly all the cleaning woman were wearing long disgraceful robes that covered nearly everything but their center.

Anyway, we drove out towards Marrakech and then down some smaller route until we were really out in the middle of the desert. Eventually we came across a smallish village and Jon decided that he wanted something to eat. We drove round until Jon found a shop ( couldn't find a café or restaurant ) and I stayed in the car until he came back with some unusual looking food. I haven't a clew what it was, but it tasted all right. As we were eating Jon spotted this Church ( or Temple or Mosque or whatever they're called over there ), and when we finished eating we went to ingest a aspect round.

Big mistake ! No rather than we were inside than 2 men in armed services trend uniforms pounced on me and dragged me outside. When they finally let go of me my halter-top was up circle my neck and my titty were exposed. Both the men were staring at them as Jon arrived and tried to encounter out what was going on. All he could understand was a Holy Writ that sounded like ‘ law ’.

They took me down the route to a place that did search a bit like a small police station, and locked me in a cell. I could get word Jon trying to let the cat out of the bag to them, but he can't speak Arabic and they couldn't speak English language.

After about an hour or so I heard another man speaking English. This man and Jon came to see me and explained what was going on. Apparently, me being dressed like that had been a big abuse to their church and God. woman there are supposed to be covered from head to understructure and me having no Sir Thomas More than 2 or 3 second power feet of material covering me was a big crime. I was starting to get worried.

Jon and the early man went away and about an hour later they came back and Jon told me that he'd sorted out a deal. When he told me what it was I wasn't at all impressed.

Apparently they have a standard penalty for that variety of crime, one weeks hard labour followed by 5 whiplash of the whip - in public. Jon had protested and asked to use a phone to contact the British Consulate. The man who spoke English language had told him that end time somebody had tried to do that it had taken a week for him or her to get there. After a lot of negotiations, a compromise had been reached. It was one that had me wind up and very scared all at the like time. I was to get 10 cilium of the whip in the Greenwich Village square the next day.

The whipping didn't really frighten me - provided it was aimed at my buttocks. It was the uncertainty of what else might happen that I wasn't happy about. On top of that Jon had his very important meeting the following day, so he had to pull up stakes me there and get back to hoard me the day after.

Eventually, Jon had to leave and I was alone in the prison cellphone. Quite a number of policeman came to have a look at me through the stripe. I guess they don't see many foreign girlfriend, and even less wearing so little.

Just after it got dark I was laying on the trading floor with a blanket round me when there was a lot of commotion and a adolescent couplet were thrown into the cell with me. They both looked about 18, and were both in tears. I tried to talk to them, but it was useless.

They never really stopped sobbing all night and I didn't manage to get lots sleep. It was cold as well.

Just after dawn the place started to wake-up and the man who spoke English appeared. I'll claim him Abdul. That wasn't his name, but I couldn't pronounce his literal name, never mind piece it. Abdul told me what was going to go on that day. After breakfast ( it was ugly ), I was to be stripped and taken to the space of punishment. There I would stay, on display until the punishment meter ( noon ). After the punishment I would stay on display ( supposed to be a deterrent ) until gloaming. Abdul would then collect me and take me to his home base where I would ride out until Jon came for me the succeeding morning.

Abdul told me that the two teenagers had been caught in a state of undress cycle the dorsum of the church, and that they were both to have a similar punishment as me.

It didn't bother me being stripped by the 2 policeman, but both the girl and the boy gave a bit of resistance. That was until one of the police officer gave them a good slap on the face.



The policemen kept flat faces as they stripped us, but they both had a bulge in their trouser that weren't there when they came in.

Our wrists were tied together and we were tied onto one length of rope before being led out ( me in front ) and into the courtyard. One of the policemen then led us out and down the street.

At low there were only a few hoi polloi watching us, but by the time we got to the Village square there were quite a few. I seemed to be getting more attention than the two teenagers.

When we got to the public square I saw 4 heavy inverted ‘ U'physical body, and one smaller one. We were each taken to one of the large ‘ U's and then tied inside them. My arms were stretched luxuriously and my legs widely, but my feet were still on the priming coat. I guess that the humiliation of being on showing, spread-eagle and bare was supposed to be a deterrent ( maybe it was for the two teenagers ) they certainly weren't glad, and the young woman was sobbing just about all of the sentence. For me it wasn't a hinderance. Quite the blow, I loved every minute of it. The intellection of all those people being able to see every lame inch of my nude, hairless consistence started to get to me. It wasn't long before I could feel my pussy succus starting to filter down my legs.

It didn't take long for the policemen to tie us to the build, and they then disappeared into a nearby construction. As I started to get used to being like that I looked over to the two teenagers. They were both quite slim and had prominent blacken pubic bushes. I could just see the end of the lad's small-circumcised shaft sticking out. The girl's tit were about the size of mine, but her tit were tiny.

A group of young daughter came to appear at us. When they stood in figurehead of the lad they were whispering and giggling. I cold see that the lad was getting a hard-on. When they came over to me, a duad of them gasped when they saw my lack of pubic hair, my protruding clit and 2 pussy rings.

The relief of the morning went reasonably quietly, a few people came and had a unspoilt feel at us and about once an hour, one of the officer would add up over and collapse us a drunkenness of urine. As it got fill up to noon, not only were my shoulders getting a trivial sunburned, but to a greater extent and more people were gathering. The prevision was howling, I had some idea of what was coming, and I was both spooky and commove. If the air temperature hadn't been so high I'm sure that my kitty-cat juice would have been running right down my legs to the undercoat.

At noonday, amidst the whaling and bell ringing, 4 policemen appeared and 1 of them started talking to the crew. Then the punishments started.

number one the lad was taken down and strapped over the small ‘ U'shaped frame. He has now facing me with the crossbeam of the ‘ U'just below his waist. I could just see his shrivelled dick peeking out of that spate of dim whisker. His wooden leg were diffuse wide and tied to the upright piano and his radiocarpal joint stretched full and tied to the upright of 2 of the boastfully, inverted ‘ U's.

Then it happened, another magnanimous policeman with a modest whiplash appeared and stood next to the lad. Something else was said then the man cracked the whip in the air a couple of times. What a sally. I think that just about everyone in the second power jumped a bit the start time he did it. All of a sudden I wasn't looking forward to my turn.

When the low gear slash landed, the lad screamed out and tried to scramble free. By the time the third gear separatrix landed he was sobbing his middle out. But at the same meter, he had an erection. His back was to the crowd so it was possible that only the girl and I could see it. She was crying and shaking, but her eyes were glued to the lad's hard-on.

By the fifth part stroke the lad had gone all quiet and his prick had gone limp. After throwing a bucket of urine over him then untied him and tied him back to his pilot ‘ U ’.

Next it was the girl's turn. She was petrified, and struggled something wicked. The policeman had to really manhandle her to get her tied down. The elbow grease on her raw body was making it difficult for the men to spellbind her and workforce were sliding everywhere.

Finally they managed to get her tied in place. With her body bent over like that, her little breasts were hanging down and I thought that I could just see that her niggling nipples were hard.

When the man with the party whip cracked it in the air, the girl finally lost it and pee-pee herself. She was now tranquillize, but shaking something rotten. When the first stroke landed the sidesplitter was incredible then whimpering. When the second landed there was another ear piercing scream then silence. The girl was out of it. The last 3 cerebrovascular accident landed on a prat that didn't feel any nuisance. When she was unlace, her gimp body collapsed to the ground. Even the bucket of water that they threw over her didn't bring her turn. She was untied and put back on her original ‘ U'without her even knowing what was going on.

Then it was my turn. I had incredible feeling of fear and excitement. I remembered well the pain and delight that some ( well-nigh ) of Jon's trouncing have given me. As I was marched over to the penalty bar I saw Abdul neat the front end of the crowd. He was smiling.

I didn't battle as the men tied me over the bar. There was secretiveness from the crowd as my leg were spread across-the-board and my derriere and open pussy were on show for all to see. Some of the bunch must deliver realised that I was turned-on. My bullet like mammilla and soaking pussycat must have given the game away - to those who knew what those things mean.

I did startle a bit as the whip was cracked in the air, but I wasn't really get up for the pain in the ass as the low stroke landed. It was worse than anything that Jon had given me. I didn't scream, but I did grunt a bit. As the irregular and tierce landed I was getting used to the pain, and I could feel that familiar tactile sensation in my lower belly. By the metre the fifth landed I was getting the first hint of coming orgasm and was feeling very frustrated when I realised that it was the fifth stroke.

Just when I thought that it was all over ( I'd forgotten that I was getting 10 thong ) and that I wasn't going give my foiling relieved, a sixth throw landed. It was then that I realised that I could motivate my buttocks a bit and I started moving it from position to side and back and forward. Not much, only about an inch or so, but the pressure that the bar was putting on my belly just above my pubic bone was courteous.

During the next 2 virgule my climax increased, and on the ninth apoplexy I came. It was a loud orgasm as well. I was shouting,"I'm cumming, I'm cumming"thought process that no one would be able-bodied to infer what I was saying. I'm sure that I felt my juices shooting out of my pussy.

I think that my moving a bit caused the tenth stroking to bring down slightly away from the rest ( which had accurately places across both cheeks of my ass ), maybe the man moved, who knows, but the last cerebrovascular accident got my left buttock and then wrapped round to my pussy. That made my sexual climax, which was just starting to subside, step up. I was in heaven.

The tenth stroke was the last one and the bucket of weewee felt trade good as well. The policeman carried me back to my original ‘ U'and tied me up again. I don't think I could have walked. One of the officer said something else to the crew and then all the policemen left.

I was still on a bit of a senior high school and not really feeling the painfulness when Abdul came up to me and said,"You enjoyed that didn't you ?"I didn't reply so after a min or so he said,"I'll be back for you at dusk."

The afternoon wasn't like the morning, there were a lot Sir Thomas More people around, and they were wandering around and even touching us. The girl had come round and was sobbing again. The lad wasn't looking too good either.

Some of the men ( and boys ) prodded and poked my tit and pussy. One of the cheeky sods actually put a finger into me and moved it unit of ammunition in me. I didn't see them do that to the Pres Young girl, but a couple miss went and had a close face at the lad. Quite a few people ( male and female ) had a close look at my lack of pubic hair and little gold mob. I guess that there weren't many ( if any ) cleaning lady in Morocco that are like me.

The afternoon was hot and I was grateful for the drinking of water that the officer gave us. Although it was hot, the sun wasn't on us ( me ) much. I was quite close to a building and got shaded by it.

When gloaming finally arrived the police officer came back and so did what looked like the 2 sets of parents. The girl and lad were untied and then dragged away - still naked. The policemen cut me down, bound my wrist and articulatio talocruralis, and tied me to one of the uprights. They then just left me there to wait for Abdul to arrive.

It was getting shadow and the policeman had gone. They were no longer worry in me, but a group of 4 Pres Young lads were. Once the policemen had long gone the feller came up to me. I couldn't understand what they were saying, but it was obvious that they were talking about me and my physical structure. One of them started squeezing my left breast. That gave the others courage and 8 men were exploring my torso. It was pointless trying to worm as I was held firmly in place. All I could do was just stand up there. One of them grabbed my sore ass, which made me stand out a bit. Then that hand went down and a finger went into my ass kettle of fish. Meanwhile, the fingers from another young deal were exploring my pussy. I was being finger fucked in my kitty and ass by 2 different young whist another 2 were playing with my mamilla. Just as I was getting close to cumming I heard someone outcry something in Arabic and the youths ran off.

It was Abdul. He'd finally arrived to take me to his home. In what appears to be portion of the penalization, he cut the ropes round ankle joint and the post, and then led me down the street - still totally naked. He told me that it would take aim about 10 arcminute to get to his house where his retainer would front after my needs.

I had to watch Abdul through the streets of the village and out to a largish firm on the outskirt of the settlement. One or two people saw us, but none of them looked surprised to see a naked alien girl walking through the village.

As soon as we go inside the house Abdul cut the rope round my wrist as 2 teenage girls approached us. They said something to Abdul and he said something back, then they motioned for me to follow them. What surprised me was what they were wearing. It wasn't the recollective ignominious robes that all the other Moroccan woman that I'd seen wore, but what was basically a Bikini with cobwebby baggy trousers.

They led me into a big elbow room with a bathtub and sofa and tables. I got the impression that they were expecting me because the bathtub was full-of-the-moon of warm H2O. They led me to it and indicated that they wanted me to get in. The water stung like hell when my backside went in, but it wasn't long before I was laid back, relaxing as the 2 girls washed all of my torso. And I mean all of my body. My knocker were bathed about a dozen times and my pussy got opened quite a few times as well.

About 20 minute later they beckoned me out and gently patted me down with big mild towels. Then I had to lay face down on a narrow tabular array. I was glad it was face down because it would have hurt quite a bit to give to sit on my sore backside.

The 2 miss gently massaged some sort of oil on my sunburned back and my backside. Their actions made it obvious that they wanted me to open my ramification, so I did. Their massaging continued all round the inside of my stage and then to my pussy. I've never felt so relaxed in all my life. It was fantastic. They slowly brought me to first one, then a moment coming. After the second orgasm I looked up at them and saw that they were staring into each other's eyes. I pretended to be asleep so that I could watch them for a while, but I never saw much. The day's activities had been tiring, and then the pleasurable massage had just been too much for me. I fell into a deep and pleasant sleep.

When I woke up I was thinking about the mystify day that I'd just had. Not only did I get to bring out my whole au naturel body to rafts of multitude, but I also managed to have a bloody good coming whilst they were watching. okey, the lashing hurt like hell, but that brought-on the orgasm.

Thinking about my sore backside brought me to reality and I looked round. I saw the 2 fille talking to Abdul and remembered the beautiful massage that they had given me. One of the girl came over to me and beckoned me to follow her. We went to a board that had some food on it. I haven't a hint what any of it was, but it went down well.

Abdul came over to me and pointed to where my bird, top and place were. He told me that Jon would get in an hour or so and that I could put my clothes on whenever I liked. Shortly after that I heard a big room access shut and then the 2 missy went out leaving me all alone.

I waited there for a piece then decided to have a facial expression around. It was a big house really, and I was surprised when I opened one doorway and was confronted by a big man who just stared at me. I quickly left that way and ended up outdoors in that endearing warm sun.

I was walking around the garden when Jon arrived. We searched for Abdul and the missy but couldn't find them to say goodbye. After collecting my clothes we left with me getting into the car still naked.

We drove all the way back to Casablanca before I put my skirt and top back on. I had to severalise Jon all the details of what had happened and he said,"I told you that you'd be all aright didn't I ?"

Sat in the car for all that sentence wasn't good for my rear and I was glad when we got back to the hotel and Jon gave me a dress to put on.

The future day was quite slow by comparison. I got quite a few looking at when I went down for dinner wearing just a crocheting dress with thousands of trap about the size of it of the end of my index fingerbreadth. In the restaurant we were sat near one of the air-cool units and it was blowing insensate air down on us. It was nice and refreshing, but it did arrive at my nipples erect. About one-half way through the meal Jon told me to bet down at my left breast. The nipple was poking through one of the muddle in the attire. I don't think that anyone else noticed.

The hotel had a big swimming syndicate with sunbeds round it. Not many people at all. I wore my on-piece white Lycra swimming costume ( the one with the ‘ V'that starts at my neck and ends between my pussy and ass cakehole ). Got a few admiring or funny looks, but the best part was when Jon finger-fucked me as I lay there with my articulatio genus up. There were a duad of cleaning woman there ( about my age ), they were looking over at us, but neither of them said anything.

The flight of steps habitation was ‘ interesting ’. Jon told me to wear my Ben Wa orchis which made me leave behind a large wet mend on the plane buttocks. I had a ‘ flushed'looking at on my face for the second half of the flight ( I wonder why ? ), and when the steering wheel touched the track the special jar made me cum. One of the cabin bunch asked me if I was okay ! Apart from that the journeying was uneventful

It took 4 mean solar day for the botheration to go, and 2 hebdomad for the wheals on my buns to go. Although Jon has given my backside and pussy quite a few whippings that have brought on some amazing climax, I have to say that the whip that was used on my backside gave me the sharpest bother that I've ever had. One of the estimable climax as well.

I hope you enjoyed reading the point of our fiddling head trip to Kingdom of Morocco. I know that I will always call back it.

I have other experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to issue all of them on my web varlet as and when he's study them and is happy with them.

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