My story sets off when oppurtunity knocked to acquire bargain return tickets to Amsterdam for a weekend. Everyone you speak to seems to have visited o... know of someone to have visited, besides, Abdi and I have always planned a trip together and this seemed like our chance, so we took it. A holiday abroad was a big thing for me. I lived a pretty sheltered life, with strict arab muslim parents. Getting their permission was not easy but thankfully it came with persistence. At 20, this would be my. But I froze in shock and pain when my father swatted my bare ass, hard and yelled, "Don't struggle you worthless whore! You're mine now, remember!?"I calmed and whimpered, "Yes, Daddy."I pushed my shameful face into the mattress when I felt him climb onto the bed behind me. He spread my legs and I felt my ass and vagina fully on display before him."Whose pussy is this?" he questioned."My pussy, Daddy," I whispered.He spanked my ass hard. "Whose pussy is this?!" he yelled.Confused and on the. He could easily come this way and enjoy every second, but he wanted to fuck the lovely transvestite who lay beneath him sucking the cock of his friend and masturbating the other. He pulled back and shuddered as the glans of his penis rubbed feather lightly along Michele’s panties, he pushed forward as the knob of his cock nestled against the elasticised crotch of her panties and then forced his hard cock under her panty crotch and against her pantyhosed arse. He manipulated his crotch and. "Would you like me to lock you up, slut" he asked.I cock answered for me before I could even process the question. I croakedout a timid, "Please, sir."He quickly answered with "Then I will." Would you like to serve me, slut?"Another "yes, sir" slipped out of my mouth before I could even considerwhat I was saying. "This is not a game, slut. I will collar you, train andtransform you. Distance is not an impediment to me. If you say yes, evenif you change your mind in the future, you will be mine.