"Now, spread your cheeks, buddy. I'm going to lube you up."Christ, this was so demeaning, but my whole body felt hot, and I began to sweat as I reache... back and pulled my butt-cheeks open. Seconds later, I felt the cold touch of a tube being inserted into my hole and I moaned as a thick gel squirted into me."That's it," he said. "Let's get you nice and slick." Then, I felt a warm pressure opening me up as he slipped his finger deep into my ass."Goddamn, you're tight, dude. I'm going to love. “I have a bottle of ’83 Chateau Palmer that I brought along. Do you and your wife and daughter enjoy wine?” With that the dinner plans were set in place. Assuming the ladies felt well enough John would be dining with the Botkina family the next evening. John could hardly contain his excitement as he bid his new friend Kirill goodnight. They agreed to meet in the lounge before dinner the following evening. John returned to his suite in a completely new state of mind. John was stunned and his. Julie knew something was bothering him and asked about it several times. He, however, was terrified of telling her what their prospects were. She would never find a job that she liked as well and that paid as well in one of those smaller towns. How would they afford an apartment and a car on the salaries being offered? It seemed to him that teaching was intended as a supplementary income for a family, at least in the smaller, poorer districts.What troubled him as much as anything was why it had. He sighed. “I’m not a zombie.”“Zombie!” Tonya shouted louder.“Tonya, zombies can’t talk,” Caine said with a small shake of his head.“Ghoul! Ghost!? I don’t fucking know, something! You’re dead!” Tonya shrieked, her mouth running away with what was left of her senses.“Alright, yes. I was dead,” Caine rubbed his head, trying to figure out the right thing to say. “I’m, uh, not ... now.”Tonya’s mouth hung open and her head shook fast enough that she looked like she might be having a seizure..