On one particular night, it was business as usual at the bar. I was quite lit and would rock out a few tunes at the microphone and she would egg me o.... I would purposely try not to overdo it with her in case her girlfriend would get jealous. The last thing I needed was two dykes fighting over me. After I sang one song in particular she requested I had to pee really bad. I went into the mens room to piss and a few seconds later she followed behind me and locked the door. She wasted no time. Then of course, there is Afghanistan and the efforts to support the socialist government.Clearly, there is much to do...Colonel Popova opens the file on Svetlana Nikitechna Naidenova; the foundling. The young girl had been brought up an orphan, succeeded at school and university, joined the Red Army and seconded to the KGB as her considerable abilities were recognised. The girl had become involved with the son of General Sergey Kustensky, Hero of the Soviet Union. He was what one might call. The anticipation of the night ahead was incredible. Our hands explored each others bodies as we kissed. I grabbed the soap and washcloth and began to wash both of us, not missing an inch of her body or mine. The soap made it slippery between us, it was just so erotic. I turned her around to face away from me, and pulled her to me. I slid my cock between her cheeks and ran my hands up her stomach to her beautiful breasts, cupping them and pinching her nipples between my fingers. She let out. My body had straps around my upper arms and shoulders, holding a tiny package between my should blades, and atop the stump of my neck, there was a metal cap with an antenna.“As you can see,” said Tom, “my guests are going to see your body in all its glory. But they’re going to assume you’re a robot. Your job is going to be serving drinks, and being available for us to enjoy, both visually and with our hands.” He stroked my breasts, and I felt my nipples perk right up. “You need to practice..