"Oh master, you want me to take care of that for you?" she asked."I need a piss before anything else!" I replied."OH may I help you with that, master!...I could hold it for you or you could use me as your toilet, if you prefer?" she continued.We walked down stairs to my wet room, Tammy's hand wrapped firmly around my cock as though she was scared it may get away from her. I sat her in the shower chair and told her "Open your legs, and then spread your cunt lips with your fingertips!"I then began. (I had hired an ex-NSA employee to dig the relevant information out of Kremlin archives soon after the collapse of the Soviet Union.) Anyhow, data osmosed, or memory leaked, and I began remembering things. Things Amelia probably didn't intend for me ever to know.In the first place, her name was not Amelia Gilbert. She was Amalya Trepper, and she worked for the KGB. Espionage and intrigue were deeply embedded in her family history. Her uncle was Leopold Trepper, a shadowy and mysterious figure.. In almost stunned silence I listened as she told of how I was to go missing with out a trace, a suicide note left by her was to be taken as written by my own hand.If that wasn?t bad enough Wayne also informed me that unbeknown to myself in resent weeks he?d become quite friendly with my wife, and with me out of the way there would be little problem in turning this friendship into much more.I could hardly believe my ears, but that still didn?t explain why I was wearing the stockings and. No, but soon the matter should be solved - said Michael.Now I lay myself on the couch and still mulling. I felt for a moment at the sight of Martin himself, but this time was a bit afraid to look at him. Although, maybe I learned something? The film ran away. The phone rang Michael, he had to curl, because going with his father to his grandmother. The senior was waiting for him at the gate. We said goodbye and this time the prince also walked to the door guy. I waited this time alone, lying on.