I talk with Tatyana Ivanovna regularly, now that she’s teaching at Harvard. I saw her and Dmitry before my government-paid vacation! Why?”“She a...d I went on a date when her parents were here, remember?”“I do remember. So?”“So I asked her to move in with me when she comes to Chicago. Into my room in the coach house. The moms said that I had to ask you because of your relationship with the Russians.”I chuckled again.“Are they looking for me to be the bad guy here? What did they say?”“Mom One said. I would dress you up in a tight lingerie dress where your big tits are exploding out of the top and your ass covered up tight. You would wear thigh high socks that nearly reach your the bottom of the dress but a little skin is exposed between your ass and the top of your thighs. You would wear a sexy choker neckless that highlights your beautiful neck and throat. I would meet you after work with you dressed up like a pretty sex slave waiting for me at the front door on your hands and knees.. Brawner smiled at Clete the whole time she talked. She wanted to let her daughter get a good look at this young man’s cock, just so she would know they really do get this big in the country.“Mr. Hawkins, Patty is going to get a measurement from the top of your inseam to the top of your foot. She will try her best not to get too personal, I can assure you, but we do need this measurement as well as a few more,”“Yes’sum, it’s all right.” Clete smiled back at the handsome woman. She sure was. After a while though, it started to wilt. I have no idea how long it was before I heard the typing stop, the chair squeak and the footsteps back in my direction. As soon as the steps came back my cock immediately sprang back to attention. Without a word, again, he took a firm grip on my cock with one hand and started teasing the tip and head with the other. Then he started stroking. Slowly at first, very slowly. First one stroke. Then I relaxed a little and the he stroked again, then another.