Anatoly had smiled. They'd clear a good profit by keeping this client happy.Being overweight is not as common in Russia as it is in some western count...ries. Anatoly had been worried that the targets were perhaps somewhat out of condition? Sure, it was what the client asked for, but what would others think? Still, if the client wanted girls with some "presence", that's what he should get. The customer is always right, so they say, but not necessarily exactly right. Perhaps the "presence" should. So here he was, with a "girl" - with her. And his cock was about to tear through his pants; which, by the way were already fucked up?.***As she eyed the menu, her hand trailed from the juncture of his crotch down the massive ridge that had become his cock. The lacquered nails came to rest on the spot where his cock head was pooling in his pants. Abstractly, she said "What I want isn't on the menu?." He shuddered; shivered a bit as his cock strained even more. She squeezed, gently, just to make. Her green eyes shone out with a confidence that was almost shattered by her choice of friends. While all the others ran in other social circles, Alice hid by herself when she wasnt with her friends. She had no confidence without the mob mentality given to her by the other four, although Michael was probably the only guy who noticed it. She was well developed for a sophomore, C-cup bra and five foot four stature, despite the fact that she didnt work out like the others. All in all, Michael was. Jeff’s cock throbbed and pulsed, God he wanted to masturbate and she hadn’t even entered the room yet!Mistress Kat walked into the room and watched the man looking around the room. “Attention Slut!” she said.The man jumped and turned toward her. “Hi, I was just admiring your toys.”“Silence Slut!” “You are not starting out very well.” “You were instructed to enter this room, face the door, and wait for me.”“I’m sorry.” The man said.“Silence Slut!” “I will go over the rules that you agreed to one.