Sitting in the tub, you waited for your mother to come through and scoop you up, before some sicko could get their hands on the free tiny that was just hanging out in the open. Finally, you saw your mother, but as she came towards your bucket, the TSA Agent pulled her to the side, groping her just like she had done with most of the attractive women who had made their way through before you. You waited patiently, before another familiar face hovered above you, and it was not that of a relative.
It was the Middle Eastern woman who had sat in line in front of you, eyeing you down the whole time. You now realized that she had intentions of picking you up after she went through security, but to what purpose was still in the air. She smiled, booming down "Let's get out of here little one." in a slightly accented voice.
You were forced to watch from the grip of her fingers as she walked away from your mother and her friend, who was finally getting to the bucket, gasping audibly at the lack of a shrunken man inside. Your captor laughed as she heard it, walking further into the airport with you in tow. She went along her business, you in one hand with her purse on the opposite shoulder, eventually sitting down in front of a terminal set for Dubai, in the United Arab Emirates. Finally deciding to give you some answers, she brought you towards her face, opening her palm to give you a platform to stand on and address the gorgeous foreigner. Her face was like a billboard, except billboards weren't breathing hot, minty breath onto you, nor alive.
"I'm guessing you probably want to know what I plan for you." She said as you resisted the urge to stare down her low cut blouse and at the B cup boobs underneath.
"Yeah, I was kind of wondering that." You said, making sure to project yourself for her to hear.
"Well let's start out with some basics. I heard your mother address you as Ken in line, so it's only fair that you know my name is Dina. I've taken you simply because I
It was the Middle Eastern woman who had sat in line in front of you, eyeing you down the whole time. You now realized that she had intentions of picking you up after she went through security, but to what purpose was still in the air. She smiled, booming down "Let's get out of here little one." in a slightly accented voice.
You were forced to watch from the grip of her fingers as she walked away from your mother and her friend, who was finally getting to the bucket, gasping audibly at the lack of a shrunken man inside. Your captor laughed as she heard it, walking further into the airport with you in tow. She went along her business, you in one hand with her purse on the opposite shoulder, eventually sitting down in front of a terminal set for Dubai, in the United Arab Emirates. Finally deciding to give you some answers, she brought you towards her face, opening her palm to give you a platform to stand on and address the gorgeous foreigner. Her face was like a billboard, except billboards weren't breathing hot, minty breath onto you, nor alive.
"I'm guessing you probably want to know what I plan for you." She said as you resisted the urge to stare down her low cut blouse and at the B cup boobs underneath.
"Yeah, I was kind of wondering that." You said, making sure to project yourself for her to hear.
"Well let's start out with some basics. I heard your mother address you as Ken in line, so it's only fair that you know my name is Dina. I've taken you simply because I
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June 3, 2023
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