’ I smiled and said, ‘Thank you master — thank you.’ ‘Get up slave… you are now ready to get dressed up for the party. We are already an h...ur late so I will have to punish you for taking so long to become a good slave and making me late. How do you think I should punish you?’ I said, ‘You could whip me, but I would rather feel your hand spanking my ass.’ He said, ‘Bend over and grab your ankles. I am going to whip you and if you move I will not let you lick out my ass.’ I bent over quickly and. My body almost quivered as I studied her smooth flat stomach and the flashy belly button piercing that adorned it. My gaze fell to her pink panties, where I could practically see the outline of her pussy through the thin cotton fabric. They looked as though they had been painted on. Those panties were in arm's reach of me, and were on full display because of the way she leaned back on her hands. "You uh... ready?" I heard Cory ask. I glanced down at my naked friend between my spread legs. He. He was single and was rumored to be gay – a secret that was closely held. Very closely, since he projected a he-man image in the notoriously anti-gay Russian society.The dacha was very much like an expensive prototypical Swiss chalet. It had two bedrooms, a dining/living room, a video room, a game room, and a kitchen. The servants and security people were housed in surrounding buildings, none closer than 100 yards. Only Georgi Usblontev lived in the dacha, presumably in the second bedroom.. Quiet as a mouse. Her legs were crossed and her laptop was staring at her, urging her to go online.She’d been away for a long time. She thought she had met “the one” who she could spend the rest of her life with. It turned out that it only showed her that she was much better off on her own. She didn’t need anybody, just her family and friends. She had a roof over her head, a decent paid job, and she had been lucky enough to travel a lot within the last couple years of her life, and she had.