When Jon told me about the trip and the long plane journey I remembered the plane trip from Tenerife in December 1998 when Jon had me wear my Ben Wa Balls and I’d been looking forward to hours of slow vibrations sending pleasurable waves through me. As it turned out we were both quite knackered and it wasn’t long before we were both asleep, 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 japanese 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 backside was pantyhose nearly on view. I reckon that if anyone in the seats on the other side of the aisle had slumped down in their seat they would have been able to see my entire ass and my little gold rings. Those of you who have read my Journal will know that I have a little gold ring in each of my pussy lips. Jon carefully put the blanket over most of my body and legs, but not before putting his arm under the blanket. His hand could just reach my pussy 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. Next morning Jon went and organised a hire car so that we could go and see some of the country before his meeting the next day. I put on a thin cotton ‘A’ mini skirt, a skimpy 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 porters came over to Jon and had a asian ‘quiet word’ with him. Apparently he was concerned for my safety going out dressed like that. Neither of us thought that I would have a problem although we did observe that nearly all the women were wearing long black crossdresser robes that covered nearly everything but Solo their eyes. Anyway, we drove out towards Marrakech and then down some smaller roads 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 strange looking food. I haven’t a clue 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 have a look round. Big mistake! No sooner than we were inside than 2 men in military style uniforms pounced on me and dragged me outside. When they finally let go of me my halter-top was up round my neck and my boobs were exposed. Both the men were staring at them as Jon arrived and tried to find out what was going on. All he could understand was a word that sounded like ‘police’. They took me down the road to a place that did look a bit like a small police station, and locked me in a cell. I could hear Jon trying to talk to them, but he can’t speak Arabic and they couldn’t speak English. After about an hour or so I heard another man speaking English. "Sounds like you're talking about spirit names, you know, the names our soul had before we were born. “I just need to speak with you. My husband pushed me down onto my back. That’s why she had used Disha’s clothes and make-up, Rohit realized. L'Arma dei Carabinieri is one of the two branches of the Police that patrol the Italian streets, the other branch is Polizia di Stato. I heard her whisper to Lisa,"You ready to get filled?" “Oh shit! The five men stand there chit chatting a bit until Tate says that he’s feeling overdressed as his friends are in japanese swim trunks and nothing else. Although we had two sleeping bags (of the thinnest lightest variety), we only had one roll mat. “She is bedridden.” Freydis sighed, “She is becoming feral with Tera’s lust. I got dressed while Ryan got the barbells with pantyhose stirrups and paid the man. Best Western you'll ever see?" James-----Miss, can I help you? I stripped naked then slid on a pair of black lace French knickers and false boobs that fitted like a bib, held together at the back, my false boobs had erect asian nipples, Jeremy secured a velvet collar to hide the join on my neck next l put on a white see through blouse and white just above the knee skirt, Jeremy fitted my blonde wig and like before he did my make up, also sorted a crossdresser Solo pair of flat shoes for me to wear. I wondered not for the first time how someone as lazy and irresponsible as Troy had become such a good friend. I was dominating my whore-daughter. She shaked her head, smiling, as if she dissapproved the behaviour of her clothes. “While you watch!” May I keep her as my slave?" Allison (Alli) 21, 5’5 150 lbs, blond, C cup breasts She folded herself in her arms, her modest blouse bunching around her large breasts, her fat cock coiling in her trousers. While they were very excited for us, they were also disappointed that they couldn’t be beside us when we did it. Mandy grimaced, teeth bared and eyes squeezed shut, and leaned forward. I ask Dakota if she had a card for Mike Booker, our record label guy.