It was one of the few places they could gather without being harrassed by Cossack Guards. As sleighs or automobiles arrived they besieged the occupant..., who in many cases threw coins to the crowd then bolted for the double doors. An armed Bellhop then permitted them inside.The Khlodovsky Agent had secured a suite for Yvgeny on the second floor. It transpired the family estate owned the premises. As he arrived on foot he was assisted by an arriving Troika-load of guests that enabled him to slip. I could almost feel his eyes boring right into my hole. I thought of him walking across the street and fucking me in the ass right there. I walked away, as if nothing had happened, and moved to the front of the house. I have a rather large porch facing the street, with several chairs which, when I’m seated, lean me back a bit, and tilt my pelvis up a bit. Perfect for viewing from the street. Since I hadn’t had nearly enough in the back yard, I decided to see how many “sneak” peeks I could give. She spun around and strode off in search of her husband. There were going to be QUITE A FEW people that she was going to get suspended!Fannie made her way to the kitchen, where she found Denise Keegan in high heels, a bikini and a t-shirt, cutting up celery and placing it on a platter with dip in the center. Braless, no doubt, if the jiggling ripples bouncing across her busom were any indication."What kind of party are you running here, Denise?" Fannie challenged."Oh, I certainly hope a fun. But instead of just handing it to me, he leaned in and draped it over me. I distinctly felt his hand brush against my hip and the outside of my leg as he proceeded to tuck me in. His head was so close to mine. If I had leaned in just a bit, our lips would have touched. He knew it too because he looked me right in the eyes. A bolt of electricity hit me and traveled to my naughty parts. Yes, just that made me cream my panties. I was suddenly aware, and very glad, that I had worn the white lacy.