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She Wasn't A Whore, Not Really
In 2004 I went to St. Petersburg, on business. My first time doing business with Russians. Things were anything but pleasant and the place we stayed at was mid level, the food was terrible. We were having a hard time in the negotiations and we decided to bring in our own translator. A woman was sent over, she was a PhD in metals which was of no use to us, and spoke very good English. She was 42.
With her help things got a bit better, she cut the translation cards on the official translator and she gave lots of advise on dealing wit the Russians, which worked. We were there for three weeks, and on the Saturday before we left she asked me if I had been to the Hermitage Museum. We went and spent a couple of hours there and then went for a walk. We stood by the canal talking and she got close and grabbed my cock in my pants. She held my cock in a grip and asked if I had ever fucked a Russian woman, actually a Ukrainian woman. She told me she wanted to fuck.
We went back to hotel and she undressed in a hurry, she had a long body, long legs, a sparsely covered bush, and small tits. She grabbed my cock and started to suck me working my cock with her hands. When she got me hard she laid back on the bed and told me it would be 100 dollars, fifty if all I wanted was a blowjob. I was hard, and she was on her back. I thought about it for a minute and got on top of her and fucked her until I came. I got off, and both of us still naked I gave her a hundred dollar bill. I asked her how much for the night. She told me she had to go home, her husband and daughter were waiting for her.
Sometime later, I was in Hanover and I told this story to my German counterpart. He told me that I had paid her a month's wages as a translator. Russian women were doing anything for money, getting married to anyone for money. I had done her a favor, think of it like that. A hundred dollars was a lot of money for her. It didn't make me feel better, if anything all it did was make me feel worse. Had I known I would have given her the money, no need to fuck.
With her help things got a bit better, she cut the translation cards on the official translator and she gave lots of advise on dealing wit the Russians, which worked. We were there for three weeks, and on the Saturday before we left she asked me if I had been to the Hermitage Museum. We went and spent a couple of hours there and then went for a walk. We stood by the canal talking and she got close and grabbed my cock in my pants. She held my cock in a grip and asked if I had ever fucked a Russian woman, actually a Ukrainian woman. She told me she wanted to fuck.
We went back to hotel and she undressed in a hurry, she had a long body, long legs, a sparsely covered bush, and small tits. She grabbed my cock and started to suck me working my cock with her hands. When she got me hard she laid back on the bed and told me it would be 100 dollars, fifty if all I wanted was a blowjob. I was hard, and she was on her back. I thought about it for a minute and got on top of her and fucked her until I came. I got off, and both of us still naked I gave her a hundred dollar bill. I asked her how much for the night. She told me she had to go home, her husband and daughter were waiting for her.
Sometime later, I was in Hanover and I told this story to my German counterpart. He told me that I had paid her a month's wages as a translator. Russian women were doing anything for money, getting married to anyone for money. I had done her a favor, think of it like that. A hundred dollars was a lot of money for her. It didn't make me feel better, if anything all it did was make me feel worse. Had I known I would have given her the money, no need to fuck.
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