It may be more ribald and earthier than ours, and they are not so enamoured with puns as are you English – which to my mind is no bad thing.“So wh...t is his real name? Captain Hutton suspected him to be a Volga German.”“Hutton was right about his nationality, which is why MI5 and MI6 think him in the pay of Igor Vladimir Andreyevich Stuart-Stroganov, or at least the people who are backing him. As for his name – we have no idea, Jack. He is known as The Wraith or The Phantom in Russian. He is an. It isn't just a love for your body, of course you have a great figure. But I love the way you talk, your fashion, how you behave with people and simply I love everything in you. I don't know if that is right or wrong. You can kick me out of the house if you hate me," I said turning my head down.Emily patted the couch and said, "Come here."I got up from the floor and sat next to her not knowing what to expect. "I listened to every word that came out of your mouth. Now you have to listen to me. Soon, I had my hands wrapped around her sweet ass while I licked, sucked and flicked Joyce with an animal like passion. Joyce began to moan, and soon released my cock from her hand. She turned on to her back and spread her legs. I moved between her legs and buried my lips on her sweet pink petals. I grabbed her ass and lifted it off the carpet as I buried my tongue in her soft sweet wetness. As I moaned and groaned, I told how I wished my tongue were six inches long so that I could savor. There was something almost maniacal, but very sexy about him. After a few glasses of wine added to the vodka we were consuming, my little head was beginning to win the battle of wills over my bigger head, and I was getting fucking horny.“Are you going to whip me?” I questioned.“Noooo,” he uttered laughing, and then after a short pause continued, “Strip Petrich, I want to see your body.”I got up very gingerly and slowly began removing my clothing. Observing me he lay on the bed with his hands.