He was very curious at this time and wanted to know more. I suggested that we take this conversation to my room and we can continue to talk. He agree..., and I paid the bar tab and we went up to my room.He was feeling no pain at this time. I should mention, I was about 28 and he was 51. The room was a semi-suite and had a couch. I kept the lights very dim. I asked him if he had any fetishes, and what they were. He was to nervous to tell me. He asked if I had any, and I told him I had a. Being the focus of thier pleasure. I felt 2 sets of hands caressing my body as my heart began to race. One set pulled my t-shirt up over my head, then it fell to the floor. The other set of hands slowly slid my shorts down exposing my newly shaven pussy. I felt vulnerable, yet extremely turned on. One of the men reached down and grabbed my shirt to use as a blindfold on me, I could not see a thing, it was completely dark. A set of hands were on my hips guiding me.....I felt the edge of my bed. He didn't care what the Englishman labeled him. "How come you're in Russia?" the English spy continued. Chernagovka, again, shot John a warning glance. John looked at him and decided it was all right to answer."I came here from Spain." Ah! The Russians brought you back?" John nodded. "And you're happy here?" John nodded again. "Y'know," he dropped his voice, "we can, perhaps, see if we can get you out?" Chernagovka looked like he was about to speak. The Englishman looked in his direction."He. She chuckled and I reached back to the zipper on her dress, her chuckle becoming a purr, "What are you doing?" Only what I've been thinking of ever since you came down the stairs this evening." I kissed the spot where her shoulder met her neck and felt a shiver run through her body.I pulled her zipper down until the whole back of the dress was open and I verified she hadn't worn a bra. I slipped the dress off her shoulder and slid it down her body until she could step out of it. Since I had no.