I told her that it looked like she had just stepped off the cover of some western novel."In Russia, we don't celebrate Christmas until January 7," Ann... informed me. "Most families get together and have a big dinner together." Well, we'll just have to go out to eat, or maybe get together with my brother, on the seventh, to celebrate," I replied.Anna gave me some special presents that she had brought with her from Russia. Several of the smaller items were placed on the tree. My favorite was the. My heart melted. I could feel something break in me, like a pice of ice crashing from the side of a glacier and into the calm waters below. My eyes kept locked tight with hers as I slowly slide myself inside her. Oh god, it felt so fucking good! The animal inside me screamed in rage as it told me to thrust myself into her until I was sated, but her eyes kept me locked in the moment. She and I were sharing something sacred, and the calm rational man inside me came quietly to the forefront of my. She seemed to know her way around, taking side-streets and back-streets that I hadn’t ever used or known existed until we pulled to a hasty stop in front of a weather-worn shop front. The awning held no lettering, and no sign sat propped in the window. Apparently, the owner felt no desire to advertise. ‘Here we are,’ Sarah stated the obvious. As we exited the pick-up and approached the door, I peered through the store windows. I saw books, jars of herbs and spices, and a few candles- nothing. "Now, little momma, are you gonna take those clothes off or should I whip little boy here?" No, I'm not. This is perverted and I'm not going to do this," mother said.I felt Jerome just shrug and then he lifted his arm and brought that belt down across my ass. It felt like a burning stripe had been laid across my ass even through my pants and I cried out in pain.Jerome just kept going, whipping me harder and harder with that belt. I was squirming and begging him to stop and crying hard. He held.