His eyes had squinted to narrow slits despite trying to shade them. "They have already brought me more than they dare! And my contacts at the Imperium...say things are not boding well..." To blazing hells with the Imperium! We need to take chances here, Berin! We can't afford to just rest on our laurels!" I'm not suggesting that, I... oh for the love of the gods, Gronnus, lower that shade!" What? Oh, sorry." Gronnus quickly crossed over and dropped the shade over the window.Berin lowered his hand. Sasha, same patrician face, same upright posture, looked like the white-haired grandmother she was. Three Slavic beauties.Sasha’s English was good and her understanding of it better. But she was still more comfortable in her native tongue. Which was Ukrainian even though it was still Russia by the time she left. And never returned.I was especially proud of Walker when Vanessa brought Marina and Sasha to our loft for dinner. It was Sasha’s first time in Kansas City. Walker smiled and said some. And as she watched him, she masturbated herself, rhythmically rubbing her pussy, feeling her juices flow. The man didn't say a word. He looked around the room as if searching for inspiration. Then he got up and lifted a footstool into the middle of the bedroom. Then, gently, he placed the woman face down on the stool, her side towards Sylvia. As he knelt down behind her, his eyes met Sylvia's. Sylvia almost screamed, but she managed to keep quiet. Oh God, what would happen now? Would he throw. ”Now it was getting to me, the pleasure, that point where my own body would assume control and my hands and fingers became simple slaves. The continuous clicking of the shutter faded into the background. The sound of Jenneke’s voice kept the tempo going.“Yes… good. Oh VERY good!” Jenneke murmured, as her lens followed me on my own private journey. I let a leg slip from the chair as I pushed two fingers deep inside me. I felt the flush which comes to my face and neck at times like this. My body.