Unable to focus on anything on TV nor to hold any thought in my head. I am going back to visit you and…I can't tell whether I am excited or scared o... both. I came home with a sore bottom and a warm feeling last time. I was sobbing when you lifted me off your knee and led me so gently to your room. You placed such gentle little kisses on my cheeks and my lips and on my chest as I stood there; flushed and wet with tears. Wearing only in my underwear. Not speaking or moving when you nibbled my. But it was a conservative crowd in a really old fashioned town, where I knew people, so I restrained myself. I usually did that at the other bar. Far enough from where I lived. It's so hard being a floozy in a such a place.As fortune would have it, we did get quite a few tourists at times, most of whom spoke English, and quite a few which spoke Russian in fact, which I also know. Some coming through on their way to a family resort, but there were indeed single women and men, others pretending. I was stopped in my tracks as I heard loud clanging sounds followed by more silence. My skirt had a large wet spot on the back and my juices had soaked through to the sofa beneath. The light grey cloth now had a dark grey stain. I was mortified and covered it up with a pillow, which looked ridiculous, as it lay prone on the edge of the cushion.A knocked on the door after about 20 minutes, startling me to my feet. The door slowly opened and in came A, stark naked and with her beautiful, long. The what was a house that sat on a plot of land that stretched as far as Dave could see. The house was larger than any he’d seen before, its dark brick facade making it appear as if it was disappearing in the setting sun. There was light streaming through every window, which were too numerous to count. Rebecca came to the main entrance and motioned Dave to join her before she took the door knocker in her hand and rapped. It was answered by a woman in a red slip dress. This woman, whom Dave.