Her features were mostly Slavic, with high cheekbones and full lips, making her coldly beautiful - an ice queen. As busy as her work kept her, she sti...ll hit the gym regularly, as her slim waist and toned muscles clearly showed. Her wardrobe was primarily business-formal, heavy on skirt suits and evening dresses for the various socials and galas she would attend, and her shoes were almost exclusively high heels, made by the hottest fashion houses of Europe.She had no shortage of lovers, but very. It was one o’clock in the morning. Marlena put on her robe to go to Thomas’s suite. She could hear Thomas at the piano playing a pop tune as three men and five women were singing at the top of their lungs. The adjoining door was unlocked and Marlena walked in and took Thomas aside and warned him that they needed to keep the noise down or security would be called. Thomas was sober enough to know if he didn’t quiet things down the party was over. But not sober enough to not try and impress his. “No. I have a cousin staying with me… she’s a bit traditional. Might bump into her and things will get very complicated.”“You sure? Can park the van here and just walk down to meet you.”Zinaat shivered. “Oh, the consequences!.”“Blimey. OK. I’ll wait here then.”“But don’t worry. It’s only temporary.” Wedging the phone between her shoulder and ear, she threaded her arm into her long fashionable trench coat which she wore for a cloak of modesty as much as warmth, “Tamar will be gone soon.” Picking. As much as we had sent pictures to each other, I had yet to see her naked in the flesh. The thought turned me on and at the same time made me nervous. I had never had a problem with guys, and knowing Jessica as I did, I definitely didn't have a problem with her. The thing was to me there were boys and girls, I had had fun with both. I had never been with a ts before, I knew it was no biggie, I was just nervous.The day arrived, and I had arranged with my parents that they would be out the house.