I let Ivan make all our dining arrangements. It was less irritating than listening to him bitch about inferior chiefs."I thought this would be a good ...ne to take our 'sister' to." Ivan told me one afternoon.Yann glared at him. "Oh, you little bitch!"Ivan laughed and said something in Russian, to which Yann replied in French."Hey! Argue in English or take it outside. Better yet, Yann, go shopping. Heels, but not too high; I don't need you tripping over everything."Yann gave me a rather smug. " He nodded toward the house. "That way." Hank followed the girl to the building with Russ and the two sniffing houndsclose behind. The man fumbled briefly with the lock before throwing open thedoor. He turned on the light and stood aside, allowing the other two to enterahead of him. "Keep an eye on her a second," Hank ordered before disappearingdown a hallway. Veronica scanned the dreary, mismatched furniture and the dirty, faded paint.The place smelled of tobacco, men, and dogs. She sighed. I feel the slick texture of my shaved pussy lips, glide together, as I walk to the window, yet again, looking for your truck, awaiting your arrival. I can hardly stand it anymore. I run my fingertips along my bare stomach. I'm wearing your favorite outfit. The one that you picked out. Little white terry cloth shorts, and a white ribbed tank top, that is a little to short, and small. My tiny nipples hard, poking into the soft cotton of the material. The touch of my abdomen, sends shivers. I'm sliding my pussy over your hard cock, god you feel so good on my clit, I almost cum from so little contact but I have more in store for you. I lie back down beside you, reaching again for the toys. I choose a medium size butt plug for you and ask which one you want me to use. You choose my favourite, a long slender one with lots of knobbly bits on it. We playfully insert these into each others arses and get used to the full feeling they give us. You raise your eyebrows at me as if to say.