The simple truth was that I had gotten somewhat addicted to being anally taken by Diana’s boyfriend and her participation was part of the excitement... in my sexual appreciation for her lending him to me for my pleasure.I decided to date an older man who had lost his wife to cancer and he worked in the Russian house where things were always closely held and never discussed with loose lips. He convinced me to take a job at the Embassy in Moscow after I had explained to him that my husband had. ‘This was nothing: I slipped into a maharajah’s harem in India and gathered information about a rebel movement without being spotted. And that was without wearing women’s clothes.’ I looked at her: she was stunning. ‘Well, I must say you are a vision in women’s clothing. . .’ ‘What!?!’ ‘A vision of loveliness, for sure. My goodness, you almost seduced Alfred away from his wife just by the cut of your gown and your demeanor alone. And you certainly didn’t make it easy for me to pay attention to. The flight from LA had been a nightmare, with his long legs wedged into the back of the seat in front, unable to get comfortable for much of the delayed flight back to London. His head still pounded from the long week partying with his cousins over the Christmas break, and he now regretted travelling on New Years day back to the UK, especially after the partying he and his cousins had done last night during New Years Eve. He still had to pick up his car in the long term car park and drive the. I need to pace my strokes.Both hands find her pussy now; her fingers spread her lips wide. One finger slips inside and I watch as she curls it forward. I know the spot she is looking for. And from how she is reaching, she knows exactly where this wonderful spot is too. A gasp comes from those soft lips as her fingers tickle that heavenly button buried deep inside her. Her feet are planted firmly against the bench as she strokes a second finger deep inside. A slow upward thrust follows as a.