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 spanking I got 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. reality 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 fetish 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 to put my bag on the desk and then told me BDSM 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 domination relaxed with the nice sounding, apologetic sergeant. When he said that he’d have to search me I have to admit that I got a little excited and my nipples went hard. I could feel them pushing my top forward. He got up and walked round to me and told me to put my hands on my head and spread my legs. I took Steph to the showers to wash her down, l made BDSM sure between her legs was clean and her front then realised l domination forgot to take her clothes so she reality had to wear the T-shirt l was wearing because she had been sick over her nightie, when we got back to the tent Steph asked to sleep with me as she still didn’t feel well, so we crawled into my compartment and l threw the quilt over spanking us. “Sit on the table Marcy and spread those wonderful legs so we call all see your pussy.” Marcy tips her head a bit and slip up onto the table. She slid her lips down my shaft, sucking hard. But . . . Was Tom just admitting to his mate that he HAD fucked me? She took us to Chili’s. I would frost the cupcakes at night. All the while, I just kept fucking her. I left the room, leaving her to simmer. Jim pitched the whip fetish to Jack. Yes Goddess.