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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 indian 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 good enough to copy. I’ve started thinking that way as well. The Lost Bet One Sunday last summer Jon was watching a F1 Grand Prix. Trying to show some interest I asked Jon who was winning. His reply didn’t make much sense to me, but just for a bit of a laugh I said, “I bet the red car wins.” Jon took me up on the bet, which I eventually lost. Jon was happy when he told me that I had lost and told me that teen as the forfeit, I would have to do something special for him. Nothing really different there, as I always do what Jon tells me, whatever he asks. Jon kept me waiting for about a month before I had to pay my forfeit. Whenever I asked him he said that there was a lot of organising to do. Eventually, one Friday afternoon Vicky and Bridie arrived at our house at 8 o’clock. We all piled into Jon’s car and he drove us to amateur somewhere in West Yorkshire. It was a rugby club, but I’ve no idea where. We 3 girls were to provide waitress service for the drinks whilst a comedian did his show. We were the only women there. The comedian was real down-to-earth and quite disgusting really. Quite funny as well. Oh, we had to wear just ultra-short skirts and shoes – nothing else. I’m sure that Vicky and Bridie got groped as much as I did; by the time the show ended I was soaking. As the comedian was coming to the end of his show he asked me to go to a room at the side of the stage. Jon was waiting for me and he gave me a schoolgirl’s uniform (complete with bra and horrible schoolgirl knickers) to put on, and then a pack of cigarettes to put down my blouse. He then told me that we were going to give a show similar to the one that we’d put on in the Canaries a few years ago. Jon put on one of those teachers’ flat hat things and a gown, and we went out. That was to build your confidence. I am so used to being dressed in the simple slave shift by this point that I’ve forgotten to be ashamed, but with Jasmeena comfortable only in the heavy, conservative dress of her planet she shrieks, collapsing into a crouch and drawing up her knees to hide indian her body. “Sargent, I’m glad you’re here. She sat up and helped me remove her pants. “Excuse me, but I’d really appreciate it if you moved your empty briefcase from beside you. In fact, I don’t even know if they can be saved. “Not at all; I’d never think of you that way. Ayesha - You amateur have a big and hard cock. She smiled and stroked my hair. I stared at the key for what felt like forever then slowly picked it up. I nodded, trying to hide my internal panic. My grandfather teen said "Oh my lord, in heaven, she's got a great bottom and those panties she is wearing are heavenly, I give anything to be mounted on that!