"I don't know," he says, flicking a hair out of his face in a way thatwhile not being totally girlie, is certainly not masculine. Polly hasdone a good...job on his hair. The raw material was good ? nice thickblond hair and quite long. Alice is lucky. But some very talented workwith scissors and the addition of a cute little pink hair clip, andhis whole face is transformed. She's been a busy girl, our Polly. Donehis eyebrows as well. Polly does my hair. I think she's going to workin a salon when. “That’s ok, my friend. We are meeting my brother tonight, and he speaks no English at all. And I doubt either of the girls he has with him speak any either.” Sergei gave Dillon directions to upscale nightclub on the edge of the city.“My brother owns a large chunk of the club,” Sergei added.Dillon’s taxi left him in front of the brightly lit nightclub, but the bouncer at the front door refused to let him in with his camera. As Dillon tried in vain to argue in his limited Russian, he felt a. ‘I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you.’ ‘That was your love biting your ass.’ ‘Turnabout is fair play, turn over so I can bite yours.’ He did, and she did. ‘You bitch, you bit me harder than I bit you.’ ‘You have more muscle back there than I do. I wanted to make sure you felt it.’ ‘It’s moments like these I want to spank you, but I’m not going to because you don’t deserve it. It’s a tendency I am going to have to learn to control.’ ‘I am going to have to keep you away from our children.. It was more than a little snug and the short, heavy stays cut into me cruelly. And I came no where near filling out the cups. "Christ, what size was this woman?" The tag said 36EE." Wow, I bet she was somethin' to see." Probably."She started stroking my fly with her left hand, the right moving over the snug fabric. I stood up and turned around undoing my belt, and she beat me to the button and zipper. My pants puddled around my ankles, she quickly yanked my boxers down and went to work on me.