He came over to find work in the City of London, which is ironic since nowadays more people go to Moscow for jobs than would ever dream of coming here..." So where's he now?" wondered Iris.Oxana picked up an old television from the conveyor belt and worked her knife into the seam between the screen and its frame. "I dunno," she admitted. "We never got married anyway. He dumped Olga on me and then fucked off. He probably had a wife back in Russia. He'd never have told me if he had. Anyway, if he. Since her party dress was so short, she was afraid he might notice that she wasn’t wearing panties now. It still made her heart skip a beat to think her dad might get a flash of her bare pussy, but if he did he didn’t say anything about it.Mikki put on her seatbelt, but her father just turned in his seat toward her and they sat there with the car running. She was acutely aware of how high her dress was riding up her thighs now. It seemed impossible they could go very far before her father would. I stand up and undress. No words, none needed. The sarong is still covering your body as I collect the vibrator and return to your side. I turn it on to the slowest speed and start at your neck, gently caressing your skin. Down, still over the sheer material of the sarong, tracing lazy circles around your breasts. Seeing your nipples harden I move the tip of the vibrator closer and closer. Finally circling your nipples. One at a time, don't want to make them jealous.I continue the downward. “NGGGHHH…. OH FUCK… OHIMGONNACUM…. OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!!!” She screamed before throwing her head back down on the desk with a thud. Her back arched up so far that nothing between the crown of her head and the tailbone was on the desk. She would hold steady for a few moments before some invisible force twisted her in another direction and she repeated this cycle a few times before the orgasm finally subsided and she was able to lay down on the desk again. “Holy fuck, Trevor,” Sara finally.