Inside was a attractive woman, with red hair, nice tits, and wearing a flowing black skirt with a purple corset. The receptionist bowed her head. "Mi...tress, the potential candidate is here." "Thank you. Go back to your position now, and do not disturb me." "Yes Mistress." After the receptionist left, Mistress looked over Ryan. He was about 6 foot, not really overly muscular, but trim and fit. He had blond hair, and blue eyes. She looked forward to seeing more of him. Mistress only took men. A pregnant foreigner. They ‘expedited’ my escape.“Da. You can go.”Cyn was willing to take me to the field to the west ... still a military installation ... they weren’t willing. RostAero is east in Rostov ... and I could go there. I and my wallet would be greeted with open arms. With open palms. But it was the bus ... Cyn wasn’t thrilled. I was dumped. At the airport I was told I could fly from there ... to Moscow ... or Volgograd ... or damn near any other place in Russia ... but. To exit. She felt him grow inside her pretty blue panties and she could feel her own wetness forming in her own panties. She took Liam's hand and placed it up under her dress. She guided his hand inside her panties to feel her dripping hole. His fingers explored her clit as they both ate their dinner. He fingered inside her pussy while pressing his palm into her clit. She couldn't stop her orgasm or the moans that were escaping her lips. They were so loud that people from nearby tables started looking. Even in her 50’s the 4ft 10in body still gets looks and I encourage her to flirt back!Shortly after entering the casino and a few drinks down for her, a 26-year-old 50-Cent looking brutha started staring her down and flirting with her at a distance. She noticed and told me but I encouraged her to flirt back which she did. Gaining confidence, the young brutha moved closer to us but remained cautious in my presence because I am a good-sized guy, 6’ 2”, 230 Linebacker build.I eyed him and his.