So please understand this is all just a growing story I alter a bit here and there!)You are a boy of your late teens eighteen to be exact, and you liv... in a small country wedge between what use to be the USSR or Russia, and China. Your country use to be called Mongolia. Your people use to be one of the most proud groups of warriors and fighters in ancient times. But since World War III broke out your country has become a refugee location of safety for many races and populations. The Mountains. I covered my eyes with a wet washcloth and let the steam do it magic. I must have been in the tub for while, because the water was starting to get cold and the steam was gone.Just as I was thinking of getting out of the tub when I heard the front door open then shut. So I lay there and listened, I could hear my son, but a girls voice also! I heard her ask him if it was ok to be doing this, and he said that no one was home. I couldn't believe my ears; because the boy knows that they aren't. He pulled the mask up to his face and settled it into position over his eyes, nose, lips and ears. The thin vinyl material of the mask actually did more to shape his own features into the positions it had, and after Robin zipped the back closed, it fit closely enough to appear from anything more than a few inches as a natural face. Natural, that is, for a stunningly made up hooker. Robin knew that Selina Kyle had been a prostitute in an earlier career before becoming Catwoman, and also was. When they gave her the once-over, their eyes lingering on her tits and on her bare legs and feet, Denise felt a rush of excitement in her loins. For the first time in her life, she was eating up the attention being given her by the boys. They all wanted her-- wanted to fuck her--and that thrilled her.It was late afternoon when she couldn't stand waiting anymore. She needed a quick fuck, and she was going to get it. As her group had wandered the midway, she'd seen some of them slip away from.