He called his assistant “Bigun.” His real name was Calvin. I soon would find out why they called him “Bigun.” A minute or two later this huge ...lack guy shows up. This is “Bigun”. He is huge built bigger than a refrigerator, over 400 pounds, 6’5”. I had never seen anyone this big. He wasn’t fat either – just large with tree-trunk legs and arms, huge chest, no neck.I know that I must have looked stupid with my mouth wide open staring at this guy. Calvin’s voice was just like Bill Cosby’s c***d. . something about this situation made me want to be fuck like crazy. They chained me onto the table, and the girl with the candle began to drip hot wax on my tits. The pain was incredible. I felt like if someone touched my clit right now I'd explode. But they wouldn't give me any such pleasure. The other girl put down the studded rod and picked up a whip. She began to lightly whip my feet. She'd start light, but would increase how hard she hit until I let out a moan of pleasure. When she began. "Did you bring it?"The Russian hesitated and then held up a leather case, a soft satchel of the sort preferred by middle class bankers and lawyers. He took one backward glance over his shoulder and with his mind made up, stepped forward quickly, meeting the two Germans at the statue as they'd previously arranged. It was all going as planned, even better than that perhaps, given the fog surrounding their clandestine meeting."You have the money?" the Russian asked."Here," the man said softly,. I wrap my arms around your neck and pull you closer as you start to press gently against me. You’re laying on top of me by the time I pull away to breathe and you’ve already unhooked my bra somehow. I was too busy kissing you to notice that. I slip my bra off from underneath my nightgown. You watch appreciatively, noting how the fabric clings in all the right places and definitely enjoying the view. You slip your hand inside the top of my nightgown and start playing with my breasts, gently.