Shortly after starting the job my employer (Jon) told me to write a Journal of my new life, and he has girl 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, anal 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 college 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 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, 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 blowjob 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’. Jon had a bad headache when we got there so we went to bed straight away. Jon woke me up at 6 o’clock the next morning and told me to go for a pee. He gave me a couple towel to wear that I hadn’t seen before. It’s true, I girl can smell my excitement mixed with my sweat. “Well, go on. “May I ask who is calling?” "Thanks Mrs. Clarkson, I'm sure I wasn't that good" he answered shyly. “Amazing . . . Heather stammered out her embarrassed reply and feigned covering up. Having no patience for Zahrine’s lack of willing participation in being the spoils of their victory, the chief swung his hips to the side, and then thrust them blowjob back the opposite direction with thundering results. Please, sit down and have a cold beer with us. I was down to anal my boxers now. Both topless and tickling each other. She sat up, reached behind her neck and college untied the top, as my hands went right to those tits. Her suitcase smelled of freshly laundered cotton and her hair smelled of green apple conditioner. Instead, I ran after my husband, the rest of his harem following, the aoi si's armor clinking and clattering. “See you.” I quickly said and took off out the garage door as he pulled his shirt over his head and watched me. “It’s already almost the time you’d get back home on a regular school day! She didn't have any panties on, and her bathrobe was so short it caused her bottom to be exposed. Now it couple was time to get serious.