She had left Estonia years before and was not really aware of what her father had been doing latterly. She knew he had been in the Soviet Army, of cou...se, but he had never spoken much about it and had been away a lot, when she was growing up. They hadn't been particularly close and rarely wrote to each other. She didn't know if these colleagues were from his Red Army days or more recent times. She only thought to ask after they had hung up.The two men arrived, introduced themselves as. Her life. It seemed so inconsequential compared to everything that had happened. 92 noticed again the clothes she was wearing. The time she spent with the project had been done mostly in the nude, as was her time with her doctor in his home. Clothes seemed so unnatural now, and in frustration she removed them. She looked down at her body, retracing in her mind the touch of the other patients, the other doctors, and her doctor. She closed her eyes and revisited in her mind the first time she had. He woke up instantly. “Morning baby girl”, he smiled looking at me, eyes still half-open. I moved my hand down onto his cock, found a way inside his pants and started to tease him by giving him one of my famous sweaty hand jobs. I can feel his dick hardening second by second. “You need money Nihi? What’s with this early surprise?”, he asked me coyly.“His name is Harshad. I met him a month ago and we are seeing each other since then. I invited him this weekend to our house for dinner. You’d be. "Immer wieder zuckt ihr Körper auf bis ich Sie einfach umdrehte.Überrascht fängt Sie an dreckig zu lachen.Wie in meinem Traum.Endlich hab ich diese geile Optik vor mir.Ihre zwei gewaltigen Arschbacken.Diese Frau hat mich zu einem Arschfetichisten gemacht.Dafür muss Sie büssen.Ich kann ihre Fotze riechen.Wie Sie nach meinem Schwanz lechzt.Um mich selbst noch geiler zu machen , klatsche ich ihr auf den Arsch."Ja, tu mir weh !"Sie steht drauf , diese Sau.Ich wusste , das man so einen Arsch.