“I’d rather go backwards!”Elizaveta laughed, “So you ARE a true Orthodox Russian! Going back to the glory days of Russia or Constantinople!”...��I suppose so. What else interests you?”“Besides you?”“I think we can take that one for a given,” I chuckled.“You’re very sure of yourself!”“YOU are the one who came after me, «Котёнок»!”Elizaveta laughed, “I did. I like murder mysteries, too. I’ve read most of Agatha Christie’s books.”“Should I be worried?”“You!” she exclaimed. “That will cost you TWO. I opened the door to see my beloved sex goddess in front of me for real. I wanted to hug her there and then but I controlled myself. Sonali bhabhi was a little nervous by the way she looked. She looked at me once and then quietly entered the room. I looked at her ass as she passed me and trust me those huge Bengali ass is worth tapping the whole night.She stood there in her red top which was deep neck but was a tight fit so was complimenting her humongous tits. Her cleavage was very apparent. We were concerned that he might be too big and go too deep too soon. But the girl was chosen for breeding and it wasn’t long before she was handling his more than nine inches of rock-hard penis. She looked up into his soft, sexy brown eyes and whimpered, “Please don’t hurt me.” “Does it hurt?” His Majesty asked. “No.” she whimpered in a trembling little soprano voice. Her light pink nipples filled with blood and quickly became erect, hard points that poked rudely straight up into. “Umm, yes, yes, fine thanks,” I answered, unconvincingly. Pete spotted us and hesitated, but then offered a polite and friendly little wave as the petite and pretty waitress went to greet him. He slipped a small backpack from his shoulders as she started she led him to his table. Simon saw this.“Ah,” he said. “I’m guessing from your face and slight trembling that this is your ex? Pete?”“Yes,” I hissed. “Why did he have to choose here for fuck’s sake?”Simon thought quietly for a moment. I had.