. Your histology was discouraging..."Popova tells her driver to take her to Sokolniki. (1) As she walks through the park, her uniform has, once again,...its usual intimidating effect on passers-by. She is able to walk alone, in peace, in this oasis from the bustle of the city; able to give herself an opportunity to reflect on the passing of time and the fragility of life.She should feel some form of gratitude, she tells herself. To be spared the decrepitude of old age, that slow, downwards. I whistled as she put on a wrap. We rode down to the ground floor together. She kissed me on the cheek as she headed for the pool area and laughingly said, “Good luck darling, make me some money to spend.” I just smiled and waved her off.That afternoon lady luck was good to me. I picked up about $12,000 off of the crap table. The dice were hot and I rode them till I started to lose, so I quit and went into the bar for a drink. My cell phone beeped at me informing me I had a text. When I. .. and by the time they have you will be begging to leave us” The absolute desperation of my situation suddenly hit me like a freight train…and I became completely hysterical, in my mind there was nothing I could do, I was their plaything… and it looked like being forever! A leather covered hand reached up and back-slapped me across my face bringing me instantly back to the present. My head was jerked wildly to one side and my assailant quickly grabbed me by the neck pulling my whole head. It was on.I was going to do everything in my power to get as far out, as far in, as fast as I could. If I had slipped out, I would have probably broken my cock off on the next thrust. The last thing I felt on my balls before they went completely numb from the symphony of slaps was her cum running down them.She was unusually silent except for her breaths, but I knew every time she opened her eyes, she was enjoying the ride, not knowing or caring where any of this had come from. It only came to.