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Jon told me to wear one of indian my light, short cotton ‘A’ skirt and thin white halter-top. The skirt is a low chinese slung one that relies on the size of my hips and stomach to stay up. I did manage 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 sensible shoes, sunglasses and my Ben Wa Balls (Jon’s orders). 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 door he gave both my nipples a tweak and said, “Don’t get your white top dirty playing with them too much.” I smiled at him and we drove off with 2 bullets pushing out my top and a little tingle between my legs. No problems at Miami airport except that Ben set homemade off the security teen alarms. This security man moved this wand thing close to me all over, smiled at me then let me go. The short 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 airport. The main airport was quite nice, but the domestic airport is a bit of a run-down dump. I wasn’t looking forward to amateur 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 office that had a man, who looked as if he could be a sergeant, working on a PC. The guard who took me there said some thing to the sergeant then left. The sergeant kept me waiting for ages before finally looking up at me. His thai English 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 tip-off that some drugs would be coming into the country that day. He apologised for interrupting my journey and told me that I must understand that he had to check-out everything unusual and that a beautiful blonde girl, on her own, coming into the country was unusual. He said that he would have to satisfy himself that I had no drugs on me. He told me to put my bag on the desk and then told me that he was sorry, but he’d have to search me. After being scared a bit by the guard pointing his gun at me I was a bit more relaxed with the nice sounding, apologetic sergeant. When he said that he’d have to search me I have to admit that I got a little excited and my nipples went hard. I could feel them pushing my top forward. He got up and walked round to me and told me to put my hands on my head and spread my legs. He then ran his fingers through my hair and then ran his hands all over the rest of me, and I mean all over me. My nipples tingled as he lingered on my breasts, and when he ran his hands up my left leg he stopped dead 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 side of his hand for a minute before running his hand up my other leg. This time he lingered at asian my pussy before putting the palm of his hand on my pubic bone and putting a finger 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. I thought and I picked up a bottle. He nodded. A dildo. It was sexy on the girls, seeing their youthful breasts pressing on their schoolgirl tops, the ties dangling between their tits. “Stop this!” I tell her in a quavering voice. I felt my world tilt crazily as his tongue shot in and out between my lips. I bet he was so hard because of me, but that stupid cunt got it. Before she processes what’s going on I’m already pulling hard, strangling her graceful neck and cutting off her air. Anita asked as she looked down at the cowering slaves. She fought to breathe normally. Instead, it was a clown suit. It didn’t come off amateur but it certainly pulled it chinese wide-open teen revealing everything but my left breast. I saw a café and walked over to it. badly today. "How about, thank you for treating me like the rapetoy I am?" Jeff had much to indian do today. “Oh, mom please – nothing,” she mimicked then turned to me, “look…you’re glowing thai now!” He asked me earlier if you were serious about helping me homemade out with his cock or just teasing him." It savored shaping young girls' minds into its sluts. She kissed him, and he took the chance to grab her tits, mauling them, fondling them. End of Part 3 Ashley and I have had plenty of tempting chances to leave our marriage and might have if we wanted to. There was no doubt this was my fault. Her moans were almost drowned out by the fan. Zane laughed again. Finally, I gave in, I rushed to the washroom, thank God it was empty, then I asian was sat with my panties around my ankles, furiously rubbing my clit. I just had to thrust, and I would deflower her. I'd used her, and all the mothers, hard last night. She added, "Here try a sip." I wanted to tell him what I'd learned. Master reached over and wiped their tears and said “ Let's eat ladies I'm starving.” they ate a great meal and talked as a big happy family.