But her pay was not enough.It was one Thursday evening. There was a knock on Natasha's door. Tanya was in her room, reading the latest Russian equiva...lent of Vogue magazine. As Natasha was trying to cook some Gulash soup for her and her daughter, she went towards the front door and opened it. Her landlord stood. He was a skinny local Mongolian man who only stood an inch taller than her. He was also 45 and had recently divored with his Mongolian wife. Herlandlord said to her in Russian, . ‘Good morning, Clay,’ his nurse greeted. ‘Who is the new woman out there?’ Clay demanded. ‘Excuse me? There’s no one new on the unit today,’ the young man replied. ‘I heard her,’ Clay explained. ‘Let’s get your bath completed, and change your bedding. Maybe you were dreaming,’ he told Clay. With the door shut, and the curtain pulled, Clay only heard muted sounds from the hallway. The nurse helped him clean up, changed his bedding, and checked to be sure that he was comfortable before he finally. "Sure," she said. "I guess it'll be okay." She trusted this boy fully, and she went with him into his house.It was a clean, well-kept place, with long drapes over the windows and new, modern furniture. They went straight into the kitchen and fixed sandwiches and drinks."Let's go down into the basement and watch television while we eat," suggested Bob. So she followed him down into the basement, carrying her food. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, someone grabbed her by the arm and. The first thing you touched me with was soft and feathery. You made a path from my shoulders to my fingertips using the feather pen we bought at K-Mart, smiling as you saw the goose bumps rise on my silky skin. "I see your body is responding to me My Sweet Pet,? then you paused and said "this pleases me." "Ya yes Master,? I felt heat igniting in my pussy instantly, sultry tones. "My body craves your touch, needs your kisses." Manly tones in reply."And soon, my sweet, you will have them." The.