My heart was racing like a maniac. I heard the front door open. Footsteps in the hallway. In the living room... Moaning.. I heard clothes falling to t...e floor. Someone approached me from behind. He noticed the buttplug which was still in me and slowly removed it.. An eager finger tested my ass to see if it was lubricated enough. Believe me, I was shivering like a maniac from the tension... He did not waste any time and positioned his dick in my asscrack. slowly he moved it up and down, up and. Then they said my home life was not good for me. I hadparents that were getting a divorce and loved their job more than me. Ihad parents that did not know how to love me and considered me a trophy.My mom was speechlessThen Mr Jonson said they would like me to live with them. They wouldprovide a house with love and attention, something she could not provide.Mom looked at me and said I surely do not want this,I didn't answer. Deep down I wouldn't mind being their daughter.Monday, March 6Dear. 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’m looking for a car for my daughter, actually.”“A sports car like this or is she considering something a little more sedate?”She laughed at that. It was a laugh that made the hairs on his arms stand on end, sending electrical pulses up and down his body.“She wants to stand out in a sports car ... her father wants something safe and I ... well, I was ready to be persuaded either way or even go for something in between. In fact, since seeing you, Mr Smith, I am quite prepared to put myself.