I was to get 10 lashes of the whip in the village square the next day. I didn’t struggle as the men tied me over the bar. Porn When they finally let go of me my halter-top was up round my neck and my boobs were exposed. Both the men were staring at them as Jon arrived and tried to find out what was going on. It wasn’t the long black robes that all the other Moroccan women that I’d seen wore, but what was basically a bikini with see-through baggy trousers. I wore my on-piece white Lycra swimming costume (the one with the ‘V’ that starts at my neck and ends between my pussy and ass holes). It wasn’t long before I could feel my pussy juices starting to trickle
