Of course I didn't speak a word of Russian but she seemed to know me and she spoke some English."You! You!" She seethed, "My Zhenya tell me everything... you dirty, you!" She pulled me into the flat. She was strong for a small woman."Where is she?" I demanded. "Please tell me, I love her, I want to marry her!"An old woman came into the room and she had a chat with the lady I presumed was Jenny's mother. She turned to me."You can no see her right now but you can stay here. You marry her,. Straddling and kissing me with intense desire I can’t help but give in to your demands. Secretly I want to be told what to do. My hands run up the outside of your legs and push your skirt up to your hips. Slipping off your shoes you place your feet on the arms of my chair and sit on the edge of my desk. Looking into my eyes as you plays with my hair, Telling me exactly what you wants and how I am to please you. When the instructions are finished you calmly reach for the back of my head.. So it’s not too surprising that my half of the conversation with her must have seemed far less than brilliant. From time to time I noticed a brief flicker of a half smile twitch the corners of her mouth, but other than that, she gave no overt signal that my flummoxed exchange was anything out of the ordinary. So, when after another half hour or so of practice had passed by, and she asked if I would like to come again, the following week, I stammered, far too enthusiastically – ‘Yes, oh yes. I started to ask her if she was alright but again she shook her head "NO" and again she jumped. I was worried but curious as to what was going on. Then I saw my mom look out of the corner of her eye in the direction of the corner of the bedroom. I glanced over and there sat a man and woman in the two chairs by the window. I then looked back at my mom who had a look of fear. Then another jump and this time she let out a low tone grunt. I turned to the couple and they both smiled at me. I went to.