Each head-dress is judged and the winner has to go through a ceremony. Mr Wang first told me (with Dong’s help) about the festival and the girl’s parade one evening over dinner. Then he asked me to help the people who were making the factory’s entry by acting as a model. It sounded like fun – well different, so I agreed and I spent the japanese next day with 2 older women and 1 teen man as they kept doing a bit, putting it on my head, taking it off again etc. etc. I couldn’t communicate with them through speech but I did manage to asian mage a couple of suggestions by showing them and they incorporated them in the head-dress. By the end of the day I quite liked what they’d done. What I found out the night before the festival was that Mr Wang had decided that I was going to wear the head-dress in the parade. I tried to refuse saying that I was a foreigner and shouldn’t get the honour but they wouldn’t listen to me. Dawn the next day found me lining up with about 35 other girls, all wearing nothing but colourful head-dresses. In single file we slowly walked through the village, passed what I blowjob supposed they called the village green, to the beat of some very noisy Chinese music. My head-dress was heavy and by the time that we’d got to the other end of the village I was happy to see some of the other girls taking theirs off. Suddenly everything stopped, the music stopped and a man’s voice came out of the loudspeakers. Apparently I had won the competition for the best head-dress; or should I say Mr Wang’s money had won. I was ushered over to where the man with the microphone was and all of a sudden I could hear English being spoken by the man with the microphone. I was pleased for that because it meant that I could refuse the award and they could award it to some other girl. However, he wouldn’t listen to me and I found myself being carried by 2 men, over to a big pedestal with a big cross on it. Before I could say anything my arms and legs were lifted up and tied to a big wooden ‘X’. Not understanding what was going on I voyeur looked around for Dong or Wu but they were nowhere to be seen. I was carried back through the village, spread eagled on that cross. And it wasn’t quickly. Every few yards the bearers would stop and talk to some of the people stood at the sides of the road. Of course, everyone was staring at my pussy, some of them pointing to my jewellery. There was nothing that I could do other than hope that my clit ring and vibrator would soon take me passed the point of not caring. Thankfully they did and lots of people must have seen my gushing pussy as I came lots of times before we got to the other end of the village. I doubt that any of the people would have heard my moans because there was way too much noise. Back where it had all started someone took my head-dress off and the bearers left me leaning against a wall; still strapped to the cross. About 10 minutes later some floats arrived and I was hauled up onto the front of the first float. I quickly realised that I was going to be displayed on the front of the front float as it crawled through the village. Crawl was a very appropriate word because the floats were going so slow that people were walking all around, many walking close to me so that they could see the foreign girl with nipple and clit hood piercings and a little ring on her clit. I guessed that it was quite novel for them as I had yet to see another girl’s clit. They also got to see me cumming and cumming and cumming. I’m sure that I passed out at one point because I suddenly realised that the people who were in in front of me looking back were all different from where they were a second ago. Finally we got to the end of the route and things started to get less noisy. A man came up to me, looked at me, grinned and walked away. Seconds later he was there again but with a hosepipe in his hand. The idea of being hosed down in public does not appeal to me but that time it felt really good. What’s more, the batteries in my vibe were getting flat so I was able to enjoy the water without distraction. I was left to drip-dry for a few minutes (it was a warm day) before another man came and cut me down. I was then left to find my own way to wherever I wanted to go. I chose to sit on a grassy bank for a while and must have dozed off. When I woke I felt refreshed and happy. He said that he loved it. Her stomach was distended and bloated, her skin in places kind of an ashen grey. She sucked in a breath as I rimmed her puckered hole. Or be gangbanged, too. CRACK! “Stay still and keep holding yourself open for me little girl” I heard him purr, “The Sir has another recommendation”. Ginny was lapping at my cunt, but needed some help. I took the sleeping warlord from his bed, and hurled him from the tower window. Lifting her hips slightly off the bed, he now had full view of her. She slid her tongue up the underside of his cock, flicking it back and forth like a banjo. I sat up and started to asian pull her pants off. Keegan straightened up immediately and tried to zip his pants up. How do I compete with that?" As she did, Jennifer lowered her womanhood down onto Belinda's face with voyeur the cum from James oozing out into Belinda's waiting mouth. I screamed and shook. She knew it was Deen. Logan tried to transfer to the Naval Base at Norfolk, but the Marine Corps had other plans for him. And I cannot ask you to come back with me to blowjob Sri Lanka. I let loose and thought I would pass out from the teen quick release japanese that I had built up for her over the past week or so. “What do you think,” he asked. “You… you’re inviting me to your home?” Jake asked. I begin tweaking her nipples which in turn causes her to moan into my mouth. I used to be in awe of her. She licked her lips, her brown eyes inquisitive.