” I obeyed and moved my feet to hip-width apart, as you slipped your hand round from my ass, to explore the silky-soft warmth between my thighs. My ...uices instantly covered your fingers as you probed me. I let out a huge sigh, followed by a groan when you reached my clit and started strumming it. "Ahhh... ohhh, Mister... oh fuck, yesss.” My voice was a harsh, breathy whisper and I glanced up to see my knuckles turning white, as you played with me and I gripped the railings tighter and tighter.. It means ‘uncultured’, so like impolite, ill-mannered, that kind of thing.”“You have a friend who’s a Communist?”“Complete with a KGB bodyguard who was with us when we were sightseeing. She’s just a teenager like us. I think you’d like her. She’s very proper and cultured.”“But her dad is some Communist Party official?”“A diplomat. He doesn’t make policy any more than I do. It’s not that big of a deal.”“I suppose. It’s just strange.”“I have lots of friends in Sweden. If I could, I’d have lots of. She looked up at Donatien."Well, I had to try, right?" she asked.Donatien shook his head."No, Holly, you didn't," he said softly. "And the fact you partook anyway was wonderful."Holly was astounded at the thrill of arousal this man had just caused her. He was right: Holly didn't have to take part in any of it. She had chosen to do so, and enjoyed the fruits of her decisions, one way or the other.She bent up and kissed Donatien, not lightly or even friendly, but erotically and totally."I still. ' My mind reeled as I thought what girl did he have and what was he talking about with his finger in my bung. Bruce spit and I felt it strike my buttocks and his fingers spreading his splodge between my buttocks. The next thing, my mind could not believe, I felt Bruce spread my thighs apart with his knees, it was then I could feel Bruce nakedness. His thighs against my thighs, my mind was still trying to understand what they were doing as I struggled to free myself. Bruce said something like.