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We had a quiet night in the hotel bar. Wednesday Next morning we were up early. Jon told me to wear one of my light, short cotton ‘A’ skirt and thin white halter-top. The skirt is a low 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 off reality the security alarms. This asian 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 cumshot 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 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 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 amateur 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 japanese me I have to admit that I got a little excited and my nipples went hard. I was buying her clothes and shoes and makeup. Daniel would first photograph reality Laura wearing the outfit, pouting, preening, then get her to a striptease asian out of it, ending with her naked, spreading her pussy for the camera, and then masturbating. I told her I would have to get more money from an ATM, hoping cumshot she would settle for less. “Thought you might wanna come japanese over and swim.” I was so pathetic. We all toasted Alfredo again and started laughing. But now he was tired. I pulled out, gave her dripping pussy a few licks and then I nudged her side, signaling her to roll onto her back. I know you have been working hard so…maybe I will do amateur the work for you." He shuddered and moaned through his orgasm until he was done and his tip was too sensitive to allow any more enticing, then he gave her a painful spank, called her a whore and ordered her to get off him.