Neither wanted Russian men. So they pooled their money to buy lovely clothes, then had to pay a photographer to have their pictures taken. They signed...up to be brides for westerners, preferrably rich Americans. They got some hits from men looking for wives but nothing turned out for Ludmilla. Olga found an American and married him. She talked the man into giving Ludmilla enough money for another year.Ludmilla thought she should have been the one the man married. She could speak English, Olga. ‘What’s your name?’ I asked after a few silent minutes had elapsed, causing her to jump at the sound of my German. Her shaking hands held the cup and saucer tight and ridged, ready to use them like weapons if needed. ‘Name?’ she questioned in a heavy Romanian accent. ‘Yes, name,’ I answered, sudden realizing she did not understand my language. I swallowed, pondered the situation, and firmly placed my fingers on my chest, my tiny gold ring, carefully pronouncing, ‘Peter.’ She studied my gesture. Let her know she wasn’t there. Well, Janet was late. But still, if she does show and sees her car in the lot… What has possessed her to go with this man? Is she that starved for love? Ah, second thoughts. Another fault of hers. What could he see in her? Quinton senses her withdrawal and moves his hand to her shoulder. ‘Hey Pamela. Just relax. I’m not a pervert or maniac. If you’re uncomfortable, and have second thoughts, we can just drink some coffee and talk’ his smile sincere. ‘I’m happy to. She placed her hands on his head; burying her fingers in his dark, thick hair as a prelude to pulling him tighter into her. She could feel her juices flowing now; she could see his cheeks glistening with her releases. When he slipped two fingers inside her she closed her eyes and gripped his head tighter preparing for a shattering orgasm. Normally such release would be slow in coming but not this time, the illicitness of it all added impetus. With his fingers moving in and out of her like a.