Jill and him had severalextramarital affairs on the road and he was crazy aboutthe woman. He was married to Jean who was a rich blondand sometimes was...a total bitch. If he could tradewives he would have, but he knew she would take him forall his money and probably lose the business. Jean wasalso sexually active, enjoyed the BDSM scene with him,and enjoyed being his slave on numerous occasions. He tried to get others involved but she refused toparticipate with others whom she felt was lesser. My husband then led Hannah out on the floor. He kissed her long and hard before removing her blouse. Anne pulled hard against her chains. The gag muffled her screams. By now Hannah's bra had fallen to the floor and my husband was unzipping her skirt. He was kissing her neck working his way down to her breasts when he removed her white cotton panties. Everyone in the room except Anne looked on in anticipation of what was going to occur. He lay her on the mattress before he removed his clothes. "Listen, I know there was some nasty shit. I know, Benin, that you would have preferred not to have come to Russia. I understand this, but you must see, also, that you are here now and have to make what you will out of something not to your liking. John, he understands, he adapts, he has... the big picture in mind, don't you John?" John nodded."And what is the big picture, Senor Zusov?" Benin asked, "what are we here for?" There is no conspiracy here, Benin, really. You may not believe me but. In just this short time here, Mom acquiesced to everything Sasha suggested. It was as if they had known each other a lot longer than one afternoon. When we were done I went up to see Mom. "Mom, I have a question." "What is it, Brandon?" "You seem to trust Sasha a lot. How can that be when you've only met a few hours ago?" Mom chuckled at what I had to say. "Brandon, just because we only physically met doesn't mean we are strangers. Your dear Sasha has been in contact with me ever since you two.