"I'll take that as a yes," she said coyly."We can't tell anyone. Like seriously." I said, my eyes drifting closed as she continued to caress me."Never..." she said, pulling my sleeping shorts off. She rubbed my panties for a little while, taking her time, pleasuring me and enjoying how it made me twitch and want more. She slipped my panties off. I loved how it felt to be naked in front of her on the couch in my living room. Her fingertips played inside my thighs, stroking me gently, playfully. Then I saw Justine headed toward my table. “Dance with me?” she whispered, a hint of something in her voice. Perhaps an unspoken promise that this special night might lead to more than just dancing? As I held Justine in my arms and waltzed her around the floor, I looked her up and down. She was very tall, and had all the right curves in all the right places, as they say. As we danced, Justine returned to the topic of sex. “They say a man who can dance well standing up dances even better. ’ Zura readily believed him, recalling the scars on his back. They were clearly lashes from a whip. ‘Who was your master?’ ‘My masters were the Huns and I lived under their whip for many years. They killed and enslaved many of my people, and pillaged and took our villages. I saw my own sister forced upon by their soldiers.’ Zura scowled. Was he serious? Ritheus scoffed. ‘Yes, I understand the irony, but such is war. I will not fault my men for reaping the spoils of battle, but I myself will. "If she were ugly, not even a Jew would want her." Only a rich man can afford an ugly wife," agreed Uncle Fyodor with a grunt. "But Anna is a fine sight, and that will surely help you find her a husband."Anna could hear all of this; they didn't keep their voices down because they didn't care if she heard. She didn't think of herself as beautiful, but she was happy to know that her father was pleased at something she had done. Her brother Vladimir walked by and cruelly tripped her as she was.