One of the two guards in the room walked behind her and removed her handcuffs, much to Irina's relief. She took the opportunity to stretch her arms an...d rub her wrists."Now, I need you to stand in the middle of the room and undress," the man behind the desk said. His tone turned a little harsher. "If you refuse to comply, the guards will do the job for you."Irina looked at the floor as she moped into the middle of the room. She bent down and began untying her shoes as slowly as possible, trying. Turning, he gazed through the windows at the lake. This, to be honest, was what he enjoyed the most. Just looking out at the snowy, frozen tundra. With the wind constantly changing the landscape, he found himself lost in the view. The lake had frozen in late December, earlier then he expected, but there was no way he was walking on it. He'd seen some people, out at the far end, skating, and one guy came out on the weekends to do some ice fishing, but otherwise he was alone. Alone with his dog.. " I never lost eye contact with him; my big brown eyes stared longingly into his as I left his cock to say, "If it feels good, why the hell shouldn't we do it?" I stood up and spat on his dick, "Do you want me to show you my boobs? I’m sure you’ve spent a lot of time imagining what they look like, even though you know you shouldn’t think of me like that." He simply nodded his head and blushed, saying, "What am I doing?" I ignored him and slowly undid the buttons of the shirt, letting it slip. The feel of it squirming. Once again Quentin made the effort to pull his mind back to the present. It would be easier to forget such things, he decided , when he had two new young slave-girls to amuse himself with. Melissa plunged in and swam a long way under water before her head broke surface. The locks tossed and twirled. Then she began to swim smoothly with an easy crawl stroke. Soon her head was hardly more than a distant speck. Quentin had no fears for her safety. Melissa was young,.