No objection or refuse from Mariana at all. As her eyes were fixated on Niky’s anus while my dick is totally vanished inside her asshole during cupp...ng her tits with one hand, scratching her back and her legs as far I can reach with my other hand.I noticed the way Mariana was stirring at Niky’s anus. I moved one hand from Niky’s body placing it on Mariana nearest tit to me, cupping it all letting her nipple slipping between two of my fingers. She let out a soft moan when I closed the two. What the fuck is going on?”McIlhenny pushed me a picture. It was a man, middle-aged, sharply dressed in a tailored gray suit, balding, narrow chin, big cheekbones. In shape. Looked Eastern-European. “Recognize this guy?”“Nope.”“His name is Artemi Filatov. He's Russian.”“No shit.” Of course, he was Russian. They had an embassy and a whole lot of mobsters around the Chesapeake. “What about him?”“He's a pimp. Not the kind of pimp who runs around in a flamboyant suit with a dressed-up Caddy. He's. So when my BFF Dawn texted me asking for some help with her last gift, I was more than willing to drive over after I got away at lunch. Really, I had no idea what she needed help with, and I would have helped her even without the sexual tension that now existed between us, but as I walked up to her door I did hope there might be more to this than just wrapping gifts.She let me in wearing her robe and heels, an odd combination in my mind at the time, and as I took off my coat and boots(winter in. ”“That’s the point,” she says grinning. “I could always change it.”“Can you?” he asks bluntly. “From my understanding, time is set. Can you really change that past?”“You’re absolutely right,” Armera says. “You and she were the grey areas of time. To go back and make such a change wouldn’t wreak havoc but it would makes things different. No, I like everything where it is and as it is.”“I still, after all this time, grasp the concept,” the man mutters.Armera smiles again at the thought. “You are.