The second night she lighted a fire again and made it a very big one this time using parts of the plane. Charles could always rebuild it. Again no one...came. After having spend a day in the shade with no water left she had resorted to drinking her urine. She felt how her strength was deserting her. She was sure she was going to die. That night she could not get up anymore to build a fire. Shivering on her spot under the wing she dreamt of a figure on a camel who bend down towards her. -+- Sheikh. I learned long ago to deep throat, thank god. He was pumping my mouth in time to the rap music, which I love. He showed no sign of cumming. I held on tight to his legs. All of a sudden, he stopped, lifted me up and carried me to the bed. I was put on all fours and my head was shoved down on the mattress so that my butt was up in the air. He spread my legs open to just the exact width he wanted. My little sissy hole was moist by the time he inserted his fingers in it; he applied lube to me and. She said, "Son, let's see the new suit." Uh, Mom, it's not much."She said, "Stand up." I stood slowly. "Now, turn around." I was blushing from head to toe but I turned.Britt said, "See I told you he would need the large size pouch."I exclaimed, "Britt!"Mom said, "You were right, Britt. The smaller one would not have worked."I looked at Britt and said, "Britt, you don't really want me to wear this today? What if I, uh, get, uh, excited?" First, I plan on you getting excited. Second, of course, I. “Oh wow. Did that just happen?” I thought.Part TwoI’ve been pacing back and forth in my room now for what seemed to be hours. I looked at the clock and realized that is was only 9pm. Only three hours more to go, I thought. Nervousness began to set in. Thoughts of her not showing swarmed through my head. I head to the kitchen to make myself a small snack.A little after 12 I hear a small knock at the door. My heart races as I head towards the entrance. I open the door and there she was. Tiffany.