"We were getting comfortable when the nightly entertainment began...Flashback – Ben – In MoscowDamn! I lucked out tonight and landed the hottest w...man in the bar, Yelena and her almost as hot friend Masha. It was all I could do to keep from laughing since I and my new Spetsnaz friends worked out a plan where they would accost my target women, then I would 'save' them and the women would be grateful to me. I looked at my Spetsnaz friend's table, and they raised a toast to me...Yelena couldn't. .. 's been this hard before..."She nodded, dumbly and as startled as me. Swallowing, she poured some of the contents of the bottle onto her hand, replaced it, and began to rub her hand together and on her chest - as if to say "will there be friction now?"I grabbed her hands. Overwhelmed, I drew them -and her- down to my cock and wrapped them around it. I gasped. I knew that my dreams had been good, but I never knew that they could be right!I didn't even think about it - my hips simply. As Grant gently caressed her breasts she pulled his shirt up from where it was tucked in his pants. Grant understood what she was doing and ceased his hand movement so she could pull his shirt off. Once it was off, she stepped back into him and commenced to rub her silky bra against his chest as she kissed.She only stopped long enough to allow one arm to move behind her back and unzip her skirt. It fell to the floor, revealing slender and shapely legs covered in tan pantyhose.Her hands then. Her hands reached for the clasp on her collar, once there she stopped. Her mind wandered back to an earlier conversation we'd had about pets and Masters. She remembered our first discussion about wearing a collar. I'd told her that though anyone can wear a collar for someone else that doesn't make them a pet. Being a pet is about patience and submitting oneself to another however the Master chooses them to serve. A collar can be taken off whenever and without regard by someone who is not.