Fuck it's so good."I could hear the specific sound of skin against skin, slap slap slap. Whoever it was was getting a hard fucking. A good hard fuckin... based on the very wanton and needy moans."I bet you'd feel even better if I didn't allow you to fuck for a month. Would you like that?"Another moan, but this one in more of a negative tone.I got closer to the door with every intention of walking right by. I swear I did. But once I noticed the door was slightly open, I couldn't not look. Right?. ”There was a beautiful blouse with a pretty low neckline; it was all lace and very sheer material in antique white. The matching skirt was a cobalt blue with a hint of lace, slit up one side to almost my ass! The open-toe heels were four inch with a nice little ankle strap and, they matched the skirt perfectly. Everything else was satin and white and lace – a strapless bra that was next to nothing, a matching garter belt, very brief lace bikini panties and lace topped white stockings. Damn…I. "I'm sorry, madam, perhaps you know of a Katka Talsii? Her Uncle..." Yes, of course!" she replied, irritated, "my employer's niece. But it must be a different Katka Talsii you're after. My employer's niece is engaged to be married to an aristocrat's son from Riga. Perhaps you've heard of him, Kasper Hochenlaufen, heir to the Duke of Ventspils, just North of..." Yes, yes!" Yvgeny cut her off. His head exploded at the news. Surely there must be some mistake? Or maybe this woman was lying to him. You stood at a slightly taller 5’6, and since your parents enrolled you into the same Swim and dance classes Stacy was in, you never developed much mass, instead getting a similarly toned figure. Any muscle you did have was focused around your legs, and unfortunately your ass as well. Hair also never seemed to be an issue, despite your mixed South Asian heritage, and Stacy always complained how such smooth, dark skin was wasted on a guy.Your bodies were so similar that Stacy would often borrow.