“Did you see?” Pavlo asked.“I did. Tell me, are there others like her?” Yevgeny found it difficult to tear his eyes away from the dzhinn.“My...Natali is unique, but I have great hopes for our daughters.”“Daughters?” Natali was fertile? What might a daughter be worth?“All quite young.” Meaning too young to be sold or bartered for.After Pavlo tired of taunting Yevgeny with his perfect woman, he dismissed Natali. The business discussions began in earnest. The Ukrainian mob boss wanted access to the. Alan turned on the large screen television and put on a boxing match. He asked everyone what they wanted to drink and went to the kitchen to get them. Comments were made about the ongoing bout on television and I sat with my heart pumping wildly awaiting what was to come next. When Alan returned with the drinks, George leaned forward to get his drink and put his hand nonchalantly on my thigh. Ted, who was sitting on my other side, did the same. After they gotten their drinks they left. Not all the way, just a couple of buttons. After all, you are the slut, not I.Your smile widens. I'm not sure why but that is neither here nor there.Your hands are both caressing your inner thighs all the way to your cunt and back to your knees. Your skirt is hiked as high as it can go, bunched around your hips. That is going to wrinkle terribly! Don't expect ME to iron it for you, slut!I hear a quiet moan and realize that it came from me. My panties are moist, my nipples stiffening. I. “Hey, buddy; early as usual, I see. No, don't talk, just listen; no one else is around yet. From that look on your face, I'm guessing you know that I know about you. Also, quick note - no, I am not sleeping with your wife... yet, or you.” At this point I am sure he's into it but his smirk is telling more than he's letting on. He knows more... and I sense a plan hatching. “Let's go back to your place since your wife has generously invited me and you for the day. Don't worry about work today; I.