“They were GONNA shoot him, but they COULDN’T! Because that very morning, back in Moscow, Stalin had declared him a Hero of the Soviet Union for n...t losing a single man in months! So now he was propaganda, and they had to give him the medal or go back to Moscow, tell Stalin he fucked up, and get shot themselves. They gave him the medal!”The laughter re-erupted. When La Contessa’s phone rang, the laughter died down. As she picked it up, the Generalissimo’s phone also rang. They both quietly had. Had she submitted a finished draft of the essay we worked on last week? She had. Did she get a great grade? She did, a B. Great! It's an improvement from the previous paper right? Right! And so on.I sat next to her and started reading her latest essay, marking it up and correcting a few sentences when necessary, jotting down a few questions in the margins to ask her to revise and expand certain sections.My dining room table was round and made of glass, so we actually could see each other's legs. She showed me the filter and continued her chapatis preparation. I asked her, “Where are the kids?” She said, “Left for school.” I started to chat with Ani with my eyes transfixed on her.I think she understood my intentions since I was talking about beauty and sexual life satisfaction.She was wearing a red saree, black blouse. From behind, I could see her round shapely pair of ass. Guys believe me the silky saree over her sexy ass was driving me wildly crazy (I am an ass lover). I went near her. "Gotta run, Princess," he said. "Let's give you a checkup."I took a position on all fours in the center of the room. He kneeledbeside me and pulled my skirt out of the way, lowering my lacey satinpanties to my knees. "I bought you these, didn't I?' he said."Yes Mr. Carl. Thank you very much." Oh Princess, you should call me daddy."I swallowed hard. I knew what that meant. "Yes daddy. Thank you Daddy."He began to toy with my cage, making it swing like a pendulum between mylegs. However much I.