‘I don’t know. Don’t worry about it.’ Fred’s cock figured out what was happening well before he did. It might have had something to do with ...he odor that lingered behind her and the wet spot in the seat of her jeans. His libido was aware of it unconsciously and let him know by making his cock hard. In just the few steps up the stairs his cock went from hanging to standing, and a little light bulb went off in his head. Salt skipped down the hall, opened the master bedroom door and gestured in. The shade of lipstick I was now wearing screamed out "Kiss me".Next Julian stuck false eyelashes on my eyelids before gently shaving offmy eyebrows and drawing on unmistakably feminine brows."You really should have you ears pierced to complete the look," Juliansaid arranging my hair into a ponytail. "Now get down on your knees, itstime you pleasured me."I knelt in front of Julian.And Julian guided my head under his skirt and petticoats and I could seehis panties and suspender belt and he told. I moaned softly. I could feel his arousal as he pressed tighter against my back. His hands moved up my body and started caressing my breasts, slowly teasing the nipple, making it firm. I turned to face him, my lips finding his, placing soft, tender kisses on his. Nibbling his lower lip then sliding my tongue into his mouth, tasting him as our tongues did a dance that lover’s only know. Our kisses grew more intent as our hands made love to each other’s body, exploring, feeling what each of us. We were almost collocated with him when, as typically happened, the Spetsnaz intercepted us and started flirting with us. I leaned over, whispered in my hired help's ear and we began our deception.She yelled, "Leave me alone you brutes."I added to the commotion, "Someone please help!"They laughed and began to call us vulgar names (typical Russian men) but it had the desired effect. Sgt. Blaine leapt from his bar stool, came up to us and questioned (in excellent Russian), "Are these men.