She made her entrance a moment later with a plate of Apple Danish. Wearing her hair up, red Capri pants that looked very much like they had been paint...d on, and a print shirt that had been tied below her ample bust. I got an instant hard-on as she bent over, offering me something to eat. “Here.” she said, “Have some pastry! Got to keep your strength up!” Needless to say, I blushed when she looked up and saw my gaze riveted to her luscious breasts barely encased in her blouse, instead of the. His worries about the situation and what his two ‘friends’ had just put her through fading. Replaced by lust and heat as his passion rose with each thrust. He felt her hands curl into his hair and her soft body pressing into his as he thrust in and out. She wrapped both legs around him, squeezing her thighs tight into him. His thrusts increased in speed and power as his lust grew. He reached one hand up to cup her head. His other hand curling around her small breast, softly kneading it. Now remain onall fours and touch the floor with the tip of your nose. Be in this positiontill I get back. Don't you dare touch your filthy cock".So saying, sheleft the room and i could hear the click of the lock turning on the apartmentdoor. i waitedin my humble position eagerly like a doggie awaiting its owner. It must have been almost 2 hours before Mistress returned. my body was quite numb staying in the same position for sucha long time. i could hearthe click-click of Her Heels as She. There are not many people outside, but those who are, are staring at me. My dark brown hair teased up to the heaven, the short dress, the black stockings, the high heels. I am uncomfortable, but I have agreed to do this.I knock on the door of #477, and an old man opens. He is wearing a silken komono robe, and smiles toothily at me. He is old. Very old and wrinkled, and I do not want to be here, but he beckons me in. He indicates he does not speak Russian, and I do not speak whatever.