They are all well muscled men, eight of them. They wear outfits of the finest black silk, loose fitting pants and open black vests that show off their... strong chests. Their skin is tanned from the sun and every now and again I detect a faded scar barely marring the perfection of their bodies. Four of them bear a palanquin, a beautiful traveling cart for me to ride in, which they lower enough for me to board. The other four flank the front and back of the cart, and I see they are the ones that. I have to be at the warehouse by six in order to get in line to load my truck. Any later and the line will be so long I won’t get out until ten and then it will be seven p.m. when I finally finish the delivery. So, I’m in line at six with about five trucks ahead of me but the warehouse crew doesn’t show up until seven and it takes forty-five minutes before my truck gets to the dock. By the time I’m loaded, I get on the road at eight and can finish by five,” she said.“Are you driving a big rig?”. “Ah, Katrina thank you,” Mikael said in Russian, “If you would be so kind as to come and sit on my desk, there are a few things I need to discuss with you.”“Yes, master,” was her only reply, also in Russian. She walked across the room, her almost-see-through, gown hanging around her shoulders like a shroud of mist.“Just here please,” said Mikael motioning to the empty desk in front of him.Katrina knew the ritual by now and, without more prompting lay on her back on the solid oak desk. Revealing. My cock was running like a dripping faucet. She returned and asked me, “Will it be easier for you if I stand by the table or lying down on the couch?” The thought of Flo lying on the couch with her bare ass looking up me, made me think I would be rendered useless. I choose the table. Without the slightest hesitation, she dropped her pants, her panties too, and laid her upper body out on the kitchen table. I put my back to the table, facing the opposite direction she was facing. With the.