Her shapely legs were encased in silky black; lace topped stay up stockings. I could see the fuzz of her trimmed pussy through the sheer fabric of her...black lacy panties. There was an unexpected glint of gold at the top of her legs. Her skin was lightly tanned, and I saw no evidence of tan lines.I whispered, “You are beautiful, Mila.” I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and eased them down her soft thighs. Her pussy hair was trimmed into a landing strip leading to the top of. What man wouldn't be after hearing something like that?"I just didn't want to sound like a slut..." she said so quietly I barely heard it.I leaned toward her and whispered in her ear, "If you were, who's slut would you be?" And I chuckled.She giggled, "Yours..." So?" I said while sitting correctly on my chair, a sly smile on my face.She gave me a shy yet marvelous little smile while I let everything sink in myself. Ava was thinking and making a plan, so I would want her indefinitely, probably. We finished and I sent the guy home and my husband still wasn't there. I was terrified. Could something have happened? Had he heard us and run off, feeling cheated instead of turned on? What had I done?Before I could continue this maddening cycle of thoughts, the apartment door opened. My husband was an hour late. He came in, kissing me, acting all normal. I wasn't sure if I should feel guilty, relieved or pissed-off. When I mentioned his being late, he just said that work had been busy. I. ‘We’ll see what he has to think about this little dilemma you’re in.” That appeared to seal it. ‘Chuj. Kokot jeden pojebany.’ She said something in a language he didn’t recognize but which dripped venom, then brushed the veil of dark hair aside with a sweep of her fingers. “Why don’t you just put a bullet in my head. I’ve worked on this operation for over a year and it gets blown in one day because some amateur jackass decides to become clever. Congratulations, jackass.” ‘I’m sorry you don’t.