She spreads her feet wide apart, to expose herself as fully as she can to my hungry eyes. It's not enough, she looks around, a chair is there, within ...reach. Letting go of the dildo, she drags the chair over, in front of the door and sits, leaning back, legs spread wide, feet up on the edge of the chair. Now she is tilted back, her breasts thrust up and out, toward me. Her pussy spread wide, open for me. Her cunt, her ass and the dildo fully exposed to my burning eyes. All the while I'm staring. She was about to leave when Greg noticed her and called her name. He motioned for her to come over to him. As she stepped out of the crowd, many people cheered. She wasn’t sure what was going on, or what to do, but she kept walking until she was next to Greg. He smiled at her and introduced her to his girlfriend, Amber. She smiled up at Kaitlyn, said hi, then went back to work on Greg’s cock. “There, now that that is out of the way, would you like to join her?” he asked. Kaitlyn looked at him. No way! That said and made clear, I am still muchly grateful and indebted to everyone who have brought me something from the depths and very bottom of their hearts, I fathom. Diary, goodbye! I had an interview at nine. At Kent University, where I wanted to study Fashion and Design. Not to become a model specifically. Clothes designing and artifice were my thing and talent. I habitually dreamt that one day I would come to be this fortunate and lucky and prosperous designer with my very own. Think of the babies who might never know their father if you don't return home.And I now know a bit more about how much that can hurt. We went to Borneo to find a new male concubine and while at the concubine barracks ran into a ten year old girl. She's cute, spunky and lost her mother two years ago. Worse, from what she tells me she never knew her father back on Earth. When her mother died she got sent to the concubine barracks with her mother's sister concubine. Yes, her mother was a.