Boy, are you going to get lucky now!"I did. We screwed like bunnies for the next many hours and ended up showering together (not easy in my tiny bathr...oom) before Deidre absolutely had to hurry home to get ready for the party."Please don't let on to Mum that we've been, you know, intimate, today," Deidre said. I must have looked somewhat mystified. "Oh, if it turns out that I am pregnant then we'll have to change the tune," Deidre explained, "but Mum is very straight-laced. Quite the pillar of. "Vodka?" she asked, to which Shchpuka confirmed, grinning."Merde!" (shit) she told him, but drank it anyway.It was well past midnight and Shchpuka had not got any further learning the mysteries of this woman. She had tried several languages on him, including English and German, but the bearded Russian had shaken his head.Shchpuka, however, could not take his eyes away from hers. They flashed, cat-like at him as she spoke. He was captivated. She seemed comforted by his doe-like eyes and friendly. I made her repeat twice that it would be ready by end of today's evening Prayers.I stood with my boots centimeters from her head and warned her that she would be punished if the report were not done on time or incomplete, and that her punishments would be just the ones that I knew she feared the most. I left the threat hanging in the air and waited until I saw her body start to tremble beneath the burqa, and then I curtly dismissed her.She obediently rose and left my office. As she went through. Then there was Lucy. She had that exotic Middle Eastern beauty that drives me crazy. Her face was that of a Greek statue, her hair was long straight and black.There they were totally naked, bent over, and holding their own ankles. Katie was going down the line with a ping pong paddle that I had left over from my early teens. It couldn’t hurt anyone. She asked them who they loved. When they shouted out my name Katie praised them and gave them a love pat on each ass cheek with my ping pong.