The pilot called a cab to come to the plane to pick us up. Abra, Ziva, Andy and Bill were going to the Island bank with me.We were met in the lobby by...Alfred Drake. Apparently, few wealthy clients actually made the trip to the island, depending totally on electronic banking.“Ma-am may I ask your name and business with the bank?” he said.I went through my name in Arabic then for good measure in broken English.“I am Crown Princess Fayza al-Zahab. I am here to receive my withdrawal bonds. I am. I walked to my closet and grabbd a shirt. Just a plain t-shirt. Pulling on some jeans, and socks I grabbed my shoes. I put my hair up and applied just a little make-up to my face. Heading down stairs I saw Jackson talking to my mom. "Hey." Jackson smiled when he saw me, and I felt a smile growing on my lips too."Hey, ready to go?" He asked."Yeah." Jackson took my hand and we walked to his car together. He opened my door for me, and then got in. Starting the car we head toward our secret . Exhausted we both curled up together and slept through the night. I awoke early to her stroking my morning wood and as soon as she saw I was awake, she leaned over and put me in her mouth. I played with her tits as she sucked me off and then warned her when I was getting close to that moment of no return. Instead of stopping, she only increased her tempo until I came in her mouth and she swallowed all I gave her. She offered to cook me breakfast and as she did, I ran to my place to shower and. And, when I tried to raise it he'd back away, saying it wasn't "appropriate" - whatever that meant. It wasn't that he disapproved; he enjoyed the tales I used to tell him of some of my more outrageous escapades from before we met.One of my boyfriends was keen on fetish clubs and we used to go together. It felt great to be dressed all in rubber and led in chains into a room to sit at his feet all evening. Then there was the time a girl friend and I had decided to go to a fancy dress party as a.