It was suddenly a George Orwell world and “doublespeak” was the language of the times. I was doing my best to remain neutral at all costs and let ...y readers make up their own minds based on the recording of the facts with my own stamp of opinion between the lines.As we dived down under the clouds into the Zagreb Airport complex zone, a light dusting of snow was falling onto a bleakly drab and grey landscape. I was stretched out, almost horizontal across the three seats getting a little nap. Looking upfrom the dress, I start crying. Surprised by my reaction he asked, ?Sweetie is there somethingwrong?? Sniffling I stutter, ?N-no M-master, it's just the most beautifuldress I've ever seen.? Smiling he hugs me and wipes away my tears saying, ?It wouldlook even better on you sweetie. Now go get dressed while I change.? Not wanting to damage the dress I slowly pull the dress on.It's a short black dress with a low-neck like showing off my full breasts.Next I pull on my stockings and. So I leaned in and as I did he grabbed me and kissed me with the most passion I have ever been kissed with. I stood back and his eyes told it all he wanted me right then and there but I knew I should not do that. I went to sit at one of the seats. "Was the kiss a bad thing to do?" I asked. He never answered he just stood up, walked towards me and all I could see is the moon light shining in on the dark bus and I saw his eyes. They told a story they told me he was coming after me and my pussy. I think that’ll definitely make you feel better. Would like to play with my hair? I haven’t done it before but I would like you to have them.I was more than happy and wanted to jump with joy but controlled my emotions and said, yes.She said that she’ll be back in a minute and went to her house to change. I also brushed my teeth, wore my cleaned nightdress with no underwear and a good perfume.After a few minutes, she came in her nightie with hair in a bun. She had also brought her comb. Because.