I could feel her tightening up a bit, so I shoved myself deep inside her and shifted my position so I was sitting on my knees. I grabbed her legs and...rested them on my shoulders, feeling the cool leather of her boots as they touched my skin. I took bold of her hips and angled her up just a bit, giving me the optimal position to please her. She cried out in ecstasy as I worked her pussy, closing her eyes and not opening them for the world. Her rhythmic moaning got louder and louder as I slid. She wondered if Betsy hadn’t suffered some kind of brain injury. She wasn’t doing the kinds of things that Betsy would normally do.Betsy said, “Candice, you could do the strip club stuff or you could run the motel for me. It’s not a job that requires a lot of education. You check people in, check them out, and have maids clean the rooms every day. You’ll hand the receipts and money off to an accounting firm.”“That’s sounds doable,” Candice said thoughtfully.She had a feeling that Betsy was. Everyone complained about low birth rates and yet no one wanted to have non white immigrants, even when they did jobs the white locals shunned. They hated gypsies too and did not want them overtaking too.She then finally went to Russia.While inside the plane taking her all the way to Moscow, Elaine was remembering the videos she had watched about Russia and the reports she had read.Russia was full of Neo Nazis and Skinheads beating up foreigners from Asia, the Caucasus and Central Asia (coming. Mainly in pairs, there was strapon fuck from behind which attracted some attention as the two women were both near 70. Otherwise the lovers, some seeing each other for the first time, were most often in 69, with a few of the younger ones asslicking. There were about four hookers left, not excluding Grace and Gloria, and they were busy satisfying their clients. The sexfight had given Grace much publicity but some of the guests were still hard-nosed Gloria fans. There were a few shouting matches.