I slipped all this on, and a thong underneath. I applied some makeup, and put my hair up into a high ponytail. I opened the door, and Sir was waiting ...or me. He smiled at my selection. We walked downstairs to a waiting car. A driver opened the backseat door, and we climbed in. We drove for about an hour, finally stopping at what looked like a small shop in a nice part of town. We got out and walked inside. Sir talked to one of the employees for a moment, and we were led to a back room. I was. We’d handle all legal fees to establish this as well, both CCP’s as well as our own.”There was general nodding around the room.Ty said, “Only a board vote is needed for this decision, but I would like to get a broader consensus from everybody here. To do that I want to pass out two different colored pieces of paper: beige for non-board members and white for board. I want a secret ballot as well since we all know and love Owen, but this is kind of a unique situation.”Alice jumped up and helped. She certainly looked that part: expensive yellow sweater, white designer slacks that probably cost more than he made in a week and she looked like a movie star. Her hair was cork-silk blonde, eyes blue like the sky set in a face that was smooth, round and flawless. As American as apple-pie was the phrase he wanted, and that she was: the perfect, unattainable dream that every American boy wanted but would never, ever get.She wouldn't last ten minutes in Moscow.Val did remember her. Her name. Gently at first, pretending regret; she rocked her body a little out of phase to the boys - then when the grabbed her breasts and licked them and nibbled them, and massaged them deeply - well, all conscious control was ceded, and their coitus matured into a blissful episode of supreme desire. The same boat was returning again, heading directly for them. Just then the boy ejaculated a giant mass of semen into her; and Donna convulsed instantly in an orgasm that left her weak from head to toe..