I had barely touched her reddened feet when she began to moan. It was almost as if I was making love to her. Especially when I eased my thumb right up... the center of each foot's sole or right along the base of each toe, she would moan and sigh and roll her head as if she were hot to trot. She tossed in a few words of encouragement like, "Oh, yes, that feels so-o-o-o good!"For a while I worked on one foot and then the other with both hands. Then I worked on both at the same time with one thumb. ***From his father's site of the family Oleg Simonov was a Cossack. And notjust a Cossack, but Cossack by blood.The descendents of legendary Scythians were serving the crown so well,it was decided to create more troops in Cossacks order. In these troopsRussians were initiated to be Cossacks. This troops copied the training,clothes, and style of living from the Cossacks.So, when someone claims that his ancestors where Cossacks, most probablyhis ancestors where just serving as Cossacks, but they. She then releases me and sits up, brushing her hair back again. "Here," I say and lay her down on the couch. I kneel down on the floor and pull her skirt up, exposing her black panties to me. I smile and pull them back with my hand and then lean in. Her pubic hair is trimmed to the shape of a triangle and her pink cunt is wet. I kiss her flower and then begin to lick it. I feel good as I make her quiver. I also prod her asshole with my finger. I pull them out and sniff them, then lick them.I. She was seated, turned her face to me, and said, "I feel like a Queen!" "It's only the beginning, My Dear!"The server came, greeted us, said "Happy Birthday" to Jenn, and took orders. When he got the orders, I pulled him close and whispered "Thanks for the birthday thing. Your stock just went up. Bring her anything she wants - I don't want any screw-ups!" He nodded, smiled, and whispered, "Everything will be perfect!"The drinks came, interrupting my concentration on Jenn, and our conversation..