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Introduction Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little town in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a brave decision to make as I’d applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn’t really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to change my life that I did everything that was asked of me, and I was finally offered the job. Shortly indian after starting the job my employer (Jon) told me to write a Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web site that it is published on. If you care to read my Journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to. Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no body hair below my neck. It’s all been removed with electrolysis. I’m slim with small(ish), pert breasts that have small aureoles and giant nipples. When they’re hard Jon says they’re like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It’s about an inch long with a little round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don’t own any bras, knickers, trousers, leggings or shorts; and 90% of my skirts 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. If it isn’t, perhaps they would like to e-mail me with specific questions. Jon told me to stop writing my Journal in the summer 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 ideas for little adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We’ve found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that are very similar to some of the adventures that we’ve had and that I’ve written about in my Journal. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were outdoors good enough to copy. I’ve started thinking that way as well. The adventure I’m about to describe happened in the summer of 2000. The main part of the adventure took place on the London Underground, but I also had a bit of fun in and around the hotel that we stayed at. I know that I’ve written about another adventure that we had on the London Underground in my Journal, but although this adventure is similar, teen it was on a different occasion. Jon enjoyed the first time so much (so did I) that he took me back for a second go. The London Underground Jon sprung yet another surprise on me when he came home from work one Tuesday night and told me that he had a business meeting in London the next day. He’d decided to take me to London with him and leave me to fend for myself while he went to the meeting, but have a bit of fun with me before and afterwards. We quickly packed a bag and caught the 7 something train. The journey down wasn’t anything special and there were very few people on the train. Jon had booked us into the Regent Palace Hotel at Piccadilly Circus. It’s not the best of hotels, but you can’t get much more central without it costing you a fortune (and Jon was paying, not his business). The room that Jon booked doesn’t have an en suite bathroom. I was a little disappointed until Jon told me that his choice was deliberate so that I could walk around the corridors wearing only a towel, and then let it fall off ‘accidentally’. After few moments, once Mariana regained her normal breaths, Niky moved up standing on the bed opening her legs over her face telling her, “Mariana eat my pussy please.” She spread her legs wide, allowing me free access to every part of her. As Arnold would leave for work, Ashley began giving him sensual kisses and tell him that her ‘black lover’ would soon be at the house to fuck her all day long. Thank you.” My cock was a full-grown erection and I felt my pajamas getting wet from the goo pulsing from the end of it. To be continued... Maybe even two. I slid the panties to my knees, leaving them suspended between my naked legs. “I’m closing you down, Mr. Bolt, right after I search all of your patrons.” outdoors I put my arm around her. Good thing he liked me so I could enjoy the perks. I teen replied. Totally drained and spent, Sekhar moved away with some guilt, from what he thought his sleeping sister and turned on his side. I leaned my head back into the spray, letting it soak my blonde curls and wash the jizz off of me. Rivulets of water spilled over my shoulders and down my face. I swallowed, straining. The demoness had bared her soul to James only moments ago, and he had accepted her; so she would be supportive of him now. Her eyes were glazed and distant, her pupils were dilated with lust. get on your knees in front of Mike.” (Pause) “Go ahead . . . 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