Spotting her with a group of secretaries, he got his toast, porridge and tea and moved over to their table. At the head was Ruth Ive, Churchill's priv...te secretary."Ladies, would there be room at your table for a lost GI?" The women looked at him and smiled "en mass". There was a flurry of movement and a space was made in between two rather predatory looking typists. "Girls" lectured Ruth, "meet Colonel David Ogilvy. For a Yank he looks pretty good — but watch yourself, remember the rules — no. ‘I wish I could grow stuff,’ Stan grumbled. ‘I must have been born with brown fingers.’ ‘You just don’t care enough about it,’ Elizabeth returned, with a grin. ‘If you cared about plants as much as you cared about music, you could grow things. But you always forget to water them, or you put them in the wrong place so they get direct sunlight when they’d thrive on shade, or something…’ she said lightly. Stan could tell she was only mostly joking though. He looked back out the window. ‘Uh huh.. Tim let out a moan as Bill fucked him. I stood in amazement watching his dick move in and out. Tim moaned harder, and Bill thrusted in his butt faster and harder. I could hear smacking sounds as their bodies met. My dick stiff, I stroked it imagining I was fucking Tim. A few minutes Bill pulled out and Tim got on his knees. Bill started fucking him again. In a mumbbled voice Tim called me, I went to the other side of the bed. Tim said to lay down in front of him. I climbed on the bed and Tim. That week was the best of her life. They spent most of that time in bed making love. He even gave her massive orgasms by sucking her toes. Both agreed that their genital areas had to be clean. Free from urine, not washing everyday, and using a pleasant tasting oil that enhanced the other's delight.From a girl who worked for just a few rubles a week at a Starbucks in Moscow to being picked up for selling drugs in a sting. She was innocent of the charge but she spent three weeks in solitary.