Tell me Andula, do you like living with Vitaly? Tell me the truth.”“No. I do not,” I said. My heart was hammering like a drum as Vitaly gazed at...me with a questioning look. Jack cast an amused glance at Vitaly. Vitaly didn’t speak English well.“Why don’t you like him?” I looked away. Tears of hatred and anger filling my eyes. I just shook my head. He motioned me over closer. He raised my chin and looked at my face and shrugged indifferently.“Is she a good Fuck,” he asked my stepdad in Russian.. "My grandma's purse got snatched one day. It was in a crowded parking lot, people everywhere, and no one even went after the guy. They were afraid of what could happen and didn't want to get involved. I swore I'd never be like that." Where'd you learn to tackle like that?" I asked, changing the subject."What do you mean?" What do I mean? Dude! That was NFL the way you took that guy down. You ever consider trying out for football?" I'm too small." Bullshit!" No really, I tried out for Pop Warner. Otto and Brown Horse profusely congratulated the dogs for their expert job, and the dogs were suitably pleased at the praise. Brown Horse scalped the Apaches as a matter of principle, and Otto checked them for any valuables. Besides weapons and horses, they took some rather nice jewelry—Otto planned to give his share to Martha, except for an amulet that he was especially taken with. Otto draped the amulet around his neck and, calling the dogs, went back to the wagon.While they were gone, Martha. "Yes I know Beech Road, I can give you a lift home when you are ready" I now had two fingers insiide her soaking wet pussy."That would be amazing" she said as she closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip."Can we go now"I stood up and led her out of the cafe, she followed me to my car, I opened the passenger door, and let her into the car, and we headed to Beech Road. "What number?" I asked "69 please" she said, which made her face go red again."I cant believe I just said that" she mumbled, I.