The hem of the dress was decorated withpert pink satin bows. It was short enough that the ruffled bloomerswould be exposed if Jerimiah wasn't very, v...ry careful. The final touchwas a Shirley Temple styled auburn wig.With his Aunt and Naomi at his sides he was turned to the full lengthmirror on the back of the dressing room door. He had no idea how longhe just stood there, mouth ajar and staring at the reflected image.Jerimiah finally brought the fingers of his right hand up to touch. We were on the 2nd week of our Honeymoon when one night in the hotel INN, Rakesh, my husband who is an anthropologist and is 33 years old, was talking to a group of old black men about their tribes and customs etcetera. It was very warm, no, very HOT. So I was wearing a bikini top and mini-skirt, no panties or stockings as I was longing for a cool breeze to waft up between my legs and cool me off. I was having a miserable time just hanging around waiting for Ben and drinking when this really. No fake American Asia girls or Mexican girls with shitty slanted eye makeup. Just one man on a mission; to drop his seed into every hot Thai girl for you to see. These are REAL girls of Thailand. Their every thought and breath is to please the powerful man. To open their mouths and spread their legs for his seed. Tiny beautiful girls with dark chocolate nipples. Little star shaped assholes. Tight willing purple pussies. Thank God for the Third World! You get to experience first hand the. Are you going to make me fetch the cane?" Shuddering, I open my lips. Mistress thrusts the washcloth deep in my mouth and starts kneading my tongue with it. Relentless, she jabs the cloth into every corner of my mouth, coating my palate with it, scouring every tooth. I splutter and gag as caustic foam fills my mouth. "Mmm, isn't that yummy, panty boy?" my Mistress jeers. "Want some more? Well, you're going to get it." Pulling the washcloth out, she commands: "Stick that tongue out. All the.