As the waiter approaches, you ramp up the dial without your face letting anything slip. The waiter's glance lingers a little too long on my face. I fe...ar he knows.As he walks away, you lower the dial. You lean over and whisper in your gruff voice "Flare your skirt out. I want your bare skin on the seat. And in my presence, your knees shall not touch unless I have bound them together. And NEVER cross your legs."I quickly arange my skirt so I'm not sitting on it and I work very hard to keep my. I should have come out and told her. Better to have beenhonest, to have had control, and to have given her time to work it out.Now she's startled, confused and pissed that I harbored secrets.I'll just lay low, let the pressure vent slowly. Don't upset anything,he told himself. Give her time and the anger will subside. It's astrategy he's used before -- a strategy that he seems to be using moreand more often these days. But it will work. She's going through thestages of anger. If he just. At her virginity Yuri paused, one thrust, only one thrust, Sasha nodded, “Yes.”When he burst through her hymen she gasped, then moaned.“Ooooooh,” as he entered her.Her tender young vagina accepted him, he began to stroke with a slow rhythm, her guttural noises echoing his pace.“Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh,” Sasha's song as she was filled by a man for the very first time.Yuri's own arousal was rising, he wanted her to come with him, cum with him, he rose, riding her higher, his cock touching her clit. Her feet, which much like the rest of her, were perfect. They weren't too small or too big and her toes weren't too short or too long, all in all, they were just right. He took one foot in his hands to inspect her soles up close for the first time, her soles were a little red from walking in heels all day, but other than that they were smooth and soft, not a single blemish or rough spot. Even her toenails which, were perfect, not a single chip.He brought her foot up to his face and after one.