Mine wasn’t a spotty college whiz kid you threw a few bucks at to perform miracles. No, mine was a fort-five-year-old Russian called Dmitri Premagen...v, or ‘Prema’ for short. A bald, bear of a man—a bit-part actor, a gypsy troubadour. Part insane, part genius. He had worked at a Space Facility in Kazakhstan, then for the KGB hacking into US industrial companies, before being retired to a gulag for ‘behavior incompatible with a Soviet Citizen.’He had learned his English in Russia, watching. He feigned shambling eloquence as a beard for his mirrorshade cynicism. Her tragedy was staying locked up so tight, he halfway expected her to explode on contact. Which they did. His secret mine. Especially when they finally figured out why such opposites had attracted.One night, she was furious. She'd lost a three-pointer because some cop smudged the grip when he found the gun at the scene. When he had dared to smile at her snarling, she threw him on the bed, tied his wrists behind his back. I stroked him down and as I pulled back up I guided him right to my mouth, slowly opening my lips, stuck out my tongue and licked his head. He moaned, and this time when I pulled back up on him I took his cock into my mouth. It was exciting, I felt a rush go through me and I could feel his now hard cock bulge in my mouth. I fucking loved it, I wanted more, so I took him deeper and sucked. I made sure to leave him sloppy with my saliva so he’d slide in with ease. I took him to my throat, wanted. Then this relationship continued till five months. We did not miss any chance to have sex. I fucked her ass and made her familiar with another taste of fucking and opened many fucking horizons to her. As time went by, she became a perfect cock sucker and gave me utmost sucking pleasure which i can not forget. But one day she left for india permanently as her husband lost his job and decided to go back to india to start his own business. We still exchange messages through internet and she keeps.