Her eyes lost a bit of the concern, but gained a slight measure of puzzlement. "I mean, I know they're your friends down there, but I just think that ...t's not the right crowd for uhm... You know what I mean, Maggie." I know exactly what you mean, mom." James remembered the kind of girls that had hung out down there. The last thing she needed was a reputation as a part-time prostitute. As she thought about it, the very thought struck her as unfair. Why should the girls that hung out down there. We arrive first so we take the hotel room, and we hew a couple of hours till her lover will arrive.I already have a hard on from the excitement, but no play time for me as she wants to get ready and very sexy for him, so she is preparing and i can only watch and touch myself.She took a long shower and i waited while jerking and trying not to come, and she just exit the bath, naked without a towel.Wow, sexy smile,amazing body, sexy tits, hard nipels , amazing legs, and sexy toes and dark colored. I’ve received nothing, no information at all as to why an operativnik of your reputation would be dispatched here. Particularly with a credentialing letter signed by Nikita Khrushchev himself.”Uncle Nikita had taken a special interest in that gaunt peasant girl after the war. He’d taken the time to read my reports from Stalingrad and confirm them with other unit reports. He sensed something in me and sponsored me into the Militsiya, the police force. It paid him back in spades. It turned out. Those entries are precious to me I still can feel how excited I was to come home from school slip into a dress, skirt, petticoats, (always wore panties and hose under my boy things (UGH) playing with my dolls etc. and the most rewarding is when mom had a few extra dollars taking me shopping. Just an innocent sweet loving girl. Then on October 9th when I was twelve in the 6th grade my diary entries went from innocent to slut when my teacher snapped the strap of my garter-belt I was wearing under.