Beth's body shuddered at her gentle touch and Béla felt her sister's orgasm radiate through her.'Oh, God! That feels good ... Do it again!'Béla stro...ed her again, then shoved two fingers up inside her. "Wow! I can feel the pole inside you with my fingers!"Beth didn't answer, but her pussy clenched down on Béla's fingers."Okay," Béla said, looking up at her sister's upturned face. "Let's play a game! I know you can't talk with that pole in your mouth, so just squeeze my fingers. One for 'yes'. The Russian Mafia, for whom he worked, had given him nearly carte blanche since the club was really a front for their drug and prostitution business and was frequently used to launder money. With the money rolling in hand over fist, the higher ups indulged him in his attempts to keep the club at the forefront of the avant-garde in the city's underground. Besides, Mikel had adapted to the decadence of capitalism quite easily and was actually running the club at a profit. Add to that the erotic. Now, a month or so before my 35th birthday, a friend of my father's presented me with Dawn, a 25 year old, American medical missionary who had been taken during a raid on a remote village in the northern mountains. Again, she was a beautiful woman with short light brown hair, soft brown eyes, large, full breasts and a richness of body that was very appealing to the eye. Right from the beginning she rejected me and it was necessary to keep her bound or chained in the seraglio for fear she would. She often was loud when she showed her appreciation, especially when she had too much to drink, which also might be the reason we were having sex. I was lapping her stubbly pussy—she was due for a wax—when she was suddenly silent and grabbed my head.“Listen,” she whispered. Sure enough, sounds were coming from upstairs. The bedroom in apartment J would be right above mine, and the rule is if you can hear them, they can hear you.It wasn’t a TV, but it was hard to discern particular words. The.