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SOVIET SADIST'S SLAVE

... join you?" Ursula said, jumping up. "Well, you could, but my bidet is pretty small." "I mean... if you're going back to the hotel. If I stay here... I'll only get in trouble. I mean, I'd just rather be off the streets... away from men." Tamara smiled like a hungry lynx. It sounded fine to her, though she had no idea the girl was gay. But if she didn't like men, so much the better. Maybe she could get in a quickie with this beautiful raven-haired beauty before she took a powder. "You coming, Penny?" "Nooo," the blonde girl said, swinging her curvy thighs around and lounging against the back of the park bench. "I think I'll stay here and look at the scenery." "Lucky you," Ursula said softly, almost to herself. She would have loved to have stayed and watched the dark stranger in the tight pants, but it was just too damned tempting. She didn't want to lose a fiance over it. Ursula and Tamara headed across the street as Penny gave the man a very serious wink followed by what could only be described as a "come hither" look. It seemed to do the trick. No sooner had she smiled and pulled her prairie skirt up ever so delicately over her dimples knees, then the man stood up and sauntered over. He was even better close up. *** "Wow! Your room overlooks the park," Ursula said with girlish enthusiasm. She peered out the window and saw Penny and the tall, dark stranger heading toward their hotel arm in arm. Penny was smiling. "Now there's a fast worker." "Well, it's a fast life, I ...

... expect," Tamara purred from her position reclining against the back of her bed. She looked Ursula up and down. The girl had a hot shape on her. The kind of tits that never needed a bra, but only looked fuller in one. And long, tapering legs. She so loved good ankles on a girl. "You sure you're a student at Balfour U.?" Ursula said as the hungry dyke eyed her up and down. "Why do you ask?" "Because you don't act like a college student." "How do I act?" "Ooooh, like someone who's been around a lot. Like someone who's been to Paris before. Not like somebody on an all-girl tour to the churches of Paris." "Well, I was born here, if you really want to know." "I hope I wasn't prying." "You were. But I don't mind. Not from someone as beautiful as you." "That's sweet of you. My fiance says the same thing to me... oh, he's not really my fiance. We won't be engaged till I return in August." "How lucky for him." "Hmmm... luck for me, too. You should see him. Muscles like you wouldn't believe. Biceps the size of footballs... and a cock that's long as your..." Ursula looked terribly embarrassed as she clapped her hand over her mouth. "Don't be shy about telling me intimate details," Tamara said, casually. "I WOULD be more interested if you'd like to tell me about yourself... what are YOUR finer physical features?" "Well, everybody says my hair." "I can see that. Tell me about the ones I can't see. Better yet... show me." "You're joking..." Ursula said, wishing to hell her pussy lips wouldn't pick ...