This discarded garment has value; more value than anyone could foresee, I think." The old woman smiled, accepted the plastic grocery bag holding a soi...ed jacket stinking of stale sweat and dust. She nodded politely to John and his son, stood, and walked to the door. Her husband followed.The old Russian was having one of his weaker days. Pietor Grovsichenk worried more than usual. The old man suffered from influenza, despite the flu shots he'd received several months prior. The old man was. He laid her on her back and caressed down her thighs towards her soaking vagina and down her breast and stomach with his other hand. And then he put his fingers inside of her. She gasped and felt herself opening up inside, her lower stomach tense. She felt her legs twitching and her hips moving. Immediately she could feel those hands doing the magic she had hoped they could do. His fingers were moving, two of them, back and forth alternately inside her with amazing speed. She felt like he was. She was pulled back awayfrom him and again her fingers stroked downward alonghis prick to the root… then again with the brake,forcing her hands up along his length. She kicked the platform heels aside, they clatteredforgotten to the roadbed as she lifted her legs up,surrounding him, straddling his back, her ankles crossedin front of his waist as she pulled herself tighter andtighter against him, pressing her sopping cunt into thesmall of his back as he insistently jacked himself withher. In fact, I wish I’d been bold enough to take that route, but I’m sexually repressed given how I was raised. Instead, I ended up with $75,000 in student loans by the time I finished grad school. Thanks to Mike, those are all paid off. He’s very generous, to a fault. Because of all the leg work I did to help him with some of the European deals, I also got a huge bonus from him – well, from the company.”Amber couldn’t think of anything to say.Margo filled the silence, “Look, Amber. Yes, I know.