In no more than a few steps into the brush, the walking trail vanished from view. We were on a barely defined narrow trail. I knew were it headed. If ...e stayed on it for about two hundred yards, we would find a small clearing I discovered a few weeks ago. There was a large smooth log there perfect for sitting and contemplating the Whichness of the Why.After we were out of sight down the trail, she stopped and rubbed her ass against me. “Please don’t use the cuffs in my pack.” She panted. A. And their hair certainly doesn't grow two feet longer overnight. I tugged on my hair. Yep, not a wig.I sat down in the chair at the dressing table. My clothing immediately began cutting into my body. I must be wearing a corset, I thought. I had seen pictures of them in old pictures. I moved to the front edge of the chair, and sat up very straight and rigid. That relieved the pain. I looked down at the dress that I was wearing. I had never expected to see myself in a dress. I was sure. Now this was the moan of the night, it was loud enough to be heard even by our neighbors. I grabbed her mouth and shouted to shut up.“Go easy, I haven’t fucked in last 6 months”, she mumbled.I was not going to listen her at any cost and continued thrusting her hard, with my hand over her mouth. Tears rolled over her eyes, her kajal spread down, but nothing stopped me until I was finished. And then we slept.The next day, we woke up nude by each other’s side. She gave a smile, which gave me a lot. "So, I suppose I'll have to stay with Mark then?" I said hopefully."No, I'm afraid that house is full, but luckily we've managed to secure someone at the last minute. Her name is Lilliana, and she's kindly agreed to let you stay with her family for the tour."She said, handing me a piece of paper with her name, phone number, address and picture on."That's alright, I assume?" she said, smiling up at me, as if there were nothing wrong with sharing a house with a Spanish girl I had never met before.