On my way to the airport my car breaks down (Chrysler's are junk) and I have to take a cab the rest of the way. The Team ended up giving me a ride to ...he dome. Apparently no one told the guys that Id be traveling with them and now I was actually going to be, at least for the first 2 nights on the bus, Darn it (yeah right).. you could see by the looks on their faces they weren't excited to have this blonde American poking a camera in their face and stumbling around with my horrible Portuguese. "Keep going" I said, taking a couple of light sniffs my self, almost coughing, my eyes watering slightly already. "Mmmm!" he groaned, shaking his head again, like a reluctant child being asked to perform an unpleasant chore, and it some ways it was precisely that. Despite this, he kept taking sniff, timid sniffs. Watching his face contort with disgust made me feel a strange kind of lust that I hadn't encountered before, a kind of appreciation of the fact that someone was willing to degrade. Barricades of underwear. I had left my own world andstepped into the land of the giants. I stumbled around the women's section,hoping to spot some rack that was a probable source for the dresses. FinallyI gave up and put them all on a shelf in the middle of a pile of some halfprice swimwear. Then I struggled on, making my way through deepest darkestwomen's wear spaces in search of an exit. When I found the central aisle ofthe store, I was as relieved as if I had hacked my way through the bush.. Just the usual stuff, filled out her tits a bit, fixedthat little bit of scoliosis, and had her jaw realigned to end that TMJthat was starting to nag her. After we'd palled around a bit though,she wanted more. She was a kinky fuck, like me, and it all started withstrap-on play.Jenna, my love, took to that like a duck to water. She found that shetruly loved throwing a good fuck. Almost as much as she like to bethrown one herself. She was pretty dominant (and a pretty dominanttoo!) and being.