You're forever banging your elbows against the walls. Barking your head on the tops of the doorways.Add to that a cash flow like a sluggish stream, ch...ked with sludge and silt, going in no discernible direction except perhaps directly downward. Home where the heart resides and all that. But it's damn near an homage to the former Soviet style of living. Almost but not quite. Not quite but close enough! At least there's no granny parked in a cot in the kitchen. Keeps me from charging down the. Once he was hard, she turned her back to him and braced her hands against the shower wall, inviting him to enter her already slick pussy. He thrust into her over and over, and she watched as her breasts bounced in time with his thrusting. He was hitting all of the right places and seemed to be enjoying himself, judging by the sound of things. He reached around her between her thighs to massage her clit as he thrust and she was sent into quivers of ecstasy. She reached between her own legs. It was a lovely house, not big, two bedrooms, a big living room and dining area, good sized kitchen, big bathroom and a basement over the three floors.‘Your home is so nice master, thank you for showing it to me before I leave.’ He replied ‘ your welcome my slave, would you like a drink?’ He motioned for me to sit down, as he went into the kitchen and poured a glass of juice for me. I was thirsty, and drank it all pretty quickly.‘Would you like to live here with me slave?’, my answer was. “We can’t talk about this and beat around the bush. You need to have a frank discussion with Lina and tell her the specifics.” He rose from his seat and made eye contact with Charles. “Join me in my Ready Room? There’s a few things we need to discuss too.”Lynette gazed up at him with concern. “John?”He paused and looked back at her. “Either we call this off entirely, or I tell Charles the truth about everything. Which do you want?”She nibbled at her lip, her exquisitely beautiful face twisted.