It turned out the hot mystery girl's name was Polina, aged 18, she's Russian and her parents had allowed her to take a short trip of Europe together w...th her friend after graduation. We talked and flirted and went to some bars, a bit later, we entered a place where there was loud dance music and she started dancing and getting more and more flirtatious. At some point, she was twerking and I could feel her sexy arse pressing against my cock, which was already hard, creating a bit of a bulge in. You didn't expect it so you put your hand over your mouth to muffle the sound.I can feel you really longed for it and when half of its lengths is inside you I slowly drag it out again. All the way out, just to directly penetrate you again, but this time a little deeper. then I slowly take it out again to again penetrate you yet a little deeper and I keep doing so a few times until I finally push it as deep inside of you as possible, next I start to thrust inside of you a little faster but not. . oops! . . .sorry." Don't sweat it, Ken. I take no offense. I'm used to it by now. Butyou might also be able to help me." She let it hang there, verypregnant like."H-How could I pissobly . . . er . . . possibly help you?" He lookedas if his mind was churning away a mile a minute on the possibilities.She thought: Pissobly! How cute. His mind is sure below the waist! AFreudian slip if ever there was one."Well, my shrink told me that the best way to kick a bad habit is tobe weaned off it. Sitting on the sofa as if he owned it he turned to May. ‘Undress her…slowly. Sexily.’ ‘Yes, sir,’ May responded from deep within her trance. Miss Davenshaw gasped in fear and anger as her hypnotized PA approached her. ‘Don’t resist slave,’ Edmund’s voice pulsed slowly through her skull. ‘You will enjoy this because you will find it feels good. You will enjoy it even more because you know it pleases me.’ ‘Yes, Master.’ Miss Davenshaw gasped. Slowly, gently, caressingly, May brushed her face..