On Saturday, three weeks ago, we left a disco with him earlier than usually, and went for a walk to one of Perm city parks. It was already pretty dark... but the park was quite crowded. Everything was rather romantic like in the novels of Ivan Turgenev, the 19th century nobiliary Russian writer - flowers were smelling, moon was shining, and nightingales were singing. In the park there is even a river like in the famous Russian song "Подмосковные вечера", "Moscow Nights".In spite of multitude of. Lower your eyes and ask forgiveness, on your knees”I hesitated, and she slapped me across the face again, took my face in her hand, a forceful hand and stared me in the eye“do as you are told, now”I dropped to my knees, and admired her tall statue from below. There was a strong woman demanding my excuses, and without understanding why I said“mistress, I apologize for the behaviour of my dog”“better, and now apologize for yourself”“mistress I apologize for me not holding the leash. It is not good for us. I have to leave now.” I said “There is nothing wrong. I will leave you if you do not like it.” Then I kissed her on her lips and inserted my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues were fighting with each other. Then I kissed on the top of her breasts, which were trying to come out of her blouse. I pulled and threw her voni (a transparent upper cloth) away from the bed. She was just in her lehanga and blouse. She closed her face with her hands. I tried to open the hooks of her. ”With that, he undid his belt and opened his dressing gown. He had an amazing body and the most enormous cock Lucy had ever set eyes on. He was wearing a pair of tight boxer shorts that barely covered him up. Lucy gasped in wonder. She wanted it and was going to have it, end of. She put her hand out and rubbed his manhood. He was huge. It must have been at least ten inches long and about seven inches in diameter. She guessed this because she had a selection of dildos and this was reminiscent.