He’d broken men’s arms for less than Victoria’s slap. In fact, he had broken women’s arms as well. Lips tightened across Damien’s face and b...fore Andre could stride across the sitting room, Damien’s loafers were clacking on ivory marble in tandem to the softer padding of Victoria’s feet. His right hand snaked out to take hold of her shoulder. ‘Vai in culo tu gnacchera! Nobody and I mean nobody disrespects me like that! You will fucking return to the meeting or I will see this precious hotel is. He said clothes there, you on table. I asked how much and he said, give card, and was off. In America you receive a massage nude, so I put my clothes there. And climbed on the table, face down and covered with a sheet. I had visions of a brute of a man or a burly woman giving me a firm massage. The door opened and a tall, dark haired woman greeted me with German - I think, then a language I didn't understand, Then Russian ( Good Evening, Dobre Veecher), Then hello in English. I said hello,. I pull you to your feet spin you around and bend you over the bed. i pull both of your arms behind your back as i lift your skirt with my other hand. i feel how wet you are as i slide one the two fingers in your pussy. you moan as i start to finger you faster. " you like that dont you" i say. "yes, i want more, you make me feel so dirty," you breath. faster and faster i finger you, you ass in the air pushing backwards making my fingers go deeper.i throw you down on you back and rip your shirt. Sun was still shining, though it was headed toward dusk, I figured a nice walk through the botanical gardens might be an idea. We left the car and she took out a picnic blanket. "I'm so tired, I couldn't be bothered walking around" she stated quite firmly. "Well...we'll just find ourselves a spot and take it easy, if you like." I replied"You pick a spot." I said to her in compromise. After about 5 minutes of walking around the gardens in the sunshine, she finally chose a shady spot, under the.