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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. This man and Jon came to see me and explained what was going on. Apparently, me being dressed like that had been a big insult to their Church and God. Women there are supposed to be covered from head to foot and me having no more than 2 or 3 square feet of material covering me was a big crime. I was starting to get worried. Jon and the other man went away and about an hour later they came back and Jon told me that he’d sorted out a deal. When he told me what it was I wasn’t at all impressed. Apparently they have a standard penalty for that sort of crime, one weeks hard labour followed by 5 lashes of the whip – in public. Jon had protested and asked to use a phone to contact the British Consulate. The man who spoke English had told him that last time someone had tried to do that it had taken a week for him or her to get there. After a lot of negotiations, a compromise had been reached. It was one that slut had me excited and very scared all at the same time. I was to get 10 lashes of the whip in the village square the next day. The whipping didn’t really frighten me – provided it was aimed at my backside. It was the uncertainty of what else buttfucking might happen that I wasn’t movie happy about. On top of that Jon had his very important meeting the next day, so he had to leave me there and come back to collect me the day after. Eventually, Jon had to leave and I was alone in the prison cell. Quite a number of policemen came to have a look at me through the bars. I guess they don’t see many foreign girls, and even less wearing so little. Just after it got dark I was laying on the floor with a blanket round me when there was a lot of commotion and a teenage couple were thrown into the cell with me. They both looked about japan 18, and were both in tears. I tried to talk to them, but it was useless. They never really stopped sobbing all night and I didn’t manage to get much sleep. It was cold as well. Just after dawn the place started to wake-up and the man anal who spoke English appeared. I’ll call him Abdul. That wasn’t his name, but I couldn’t pronounce his real name, never mind spell it. Abdul told me what was going to happen that day. After breakfast (it was horrible), I was to be stripped and taken to the place of punishment. There I would stay, on display until the punishment time (noon). There was slightly more to life. When I opened my eyes and turned my head that direction, I found myself looking straight slut into Lisa’s eyes. They seemed to accept her explanation though but them to Tracey's horror the seaman japan returned to collect the empty plates and the girl who had asked the question spoke up, I could feel it with anal every thrust. “You just want your brother's cum dripping out of you. "I don't care who she was, she's ours now and won't movie be going back to whatever shit she was doing before anyway. “I'm going to sit on your face and go for a ride.” but not too far. From now on, you can’t go out during the day. She raced around me, giggling and squealing. buttfucking She got up and looked at the girls.