Some were glamorous and some were quite shabby but theyobviously had their own niche markets. In some cases men were hagglingand cajoling the girls a... they bartered for a price agreeable to bothparties. They also noticed that a considerable number of the girls werefemmenielli or transvestites as they would be called in the UK.Eventually the taxi stopped outside of a small apartment block and thetaxi driver made a hand gesture for them to stay in the cab while hedisappeared inside. He came. Her pubic hair matched her head in colour, thick and curly on her belly, sparse and wispy over the pink slit of her gash. Pam sighed as I massaged oil over her chest and breasts. I looked across at Frank and Lisa as I heard him say complimentary things about her smooth shaved pussy. His cock could not be missed. It still stood out hard and engorged in front of his belly as he knelt beside her, the shaft lined with heavy bl**d vessels, the slit wept clear droplets of fluid. His oil covered hands. ..Flashback – Jack – In MoscowMasha was a great help with falsifying my report; she even suggested I use the illness to cover the fact that my part of the report didn't sound 'normal'. We were lying together holding each other and I worried since she appeared to be a better liar than most women. I sure as hell hoped she wasn't lying to me!Shit! What was I doing? I think I was actually falling...Flashback – Masha – In MoscowIt was wonderful lying in Jack's arms, but I could tell he was somewhat. A motor, sounding like a drill, started up and, after two minutes of random swirling brushes and noisy vibrations, Florence turned it off. Connie lifted her feet away from the strange contraption — but Florence wasn’t done yet. She reached over a shoulder and took a small bottle from her bedside cabinet. She unscrewed the tight top, squeezed some of the lotion into her hands and rubbed them together with devilish intent as if she had some evil plot to perform. Then she smeared it onto Connie’s.