"Eh?" Shalla stammered."Every dark, nasty, juicy, little dirty trick!" Ayeka rasped darkly almost malevolent. "Tell me now!" Certainly..." Shalla sort...of muttered. "But perhaps..." What is it now?" Ayeka snapped."How long are you going to make her stand there?"Truth be told, Ayeka had been aware of the up and down motion of the white bath towel poking through the courtesy screen for at least five minutes. She just had not felt like acknowledging whom she knew was waving it."What is it Mother?". . yes, this time it would happen for sure! She'd fervently reasoned, straining beneath this powerful man, her husband, in sluttish abandon!His raging cock had wildly pounded in and out of the tight, pink opening up between her legs, while he grunted and spewed deliciously foul words and phrases down at her, each and every one inciting her all the more."Oh ... oh, Carl ... lover! It's wonderful! Yesssss ...! Fuck me out of my mind ... just like you promised!" Yehhhhhh ... right out of my. The casual observer at their office would never have guessed that either of these two people had any interest in each other. In fact, there were many that wondered why Mrs. Townsend disliked the handsome Director of Marketing, as she seemed to always be after him for some reason. Their act was well rehearsed and well performed.There were times when they both threw caution to the wind and became involved in some sexual activity at the office. One afternoon when most of the company’s executives. .."Popova tells her driver to take her to Sokolniki. (1) As she walks through the park, her uniform has, once again, its usual intimidating effect on passers-by. She is able to walk alone, in peace, in this oasis from the bustle of the city; able to give herself an opportunity to reflect on the passing of time and the fragility of life.She should feel some form of gratitude, she tells herself. To be spared the decrepitude of old age, that slow, downwards descent into incapacity as bit by bit,.