I quickly undressed, almost to my bare essence. I had on a lacy Victoria’s Secret bra and G-string panties. I pretended to be looking at something on the floor. As I bent over, I could hear the footfalls as the Russian men approached. Ass in the air, I glanced between my legs to see if they had passed. My body was on fire, a Fahrenheit of horny lust. I was in heat, hot and horny. The sheer magnitude of the moment, the suspense, the thrill of it all. Their testosterone piqued my sexuality. Being surrounded by men stirred my estrogen. My erogenous zones percolated. I stuck a nimble finger in my pussy and stroked my kitty until it I started to purr. I needed a man. I looked up and saw one of the young Russians peek through the door, then another. They were taking turns looking at me. I stood up and gave them a slow strip tease. First, I took off my bra. The Russian that had the briefcase stood and gawked at the show I was putting on. Then, I heard a deep baritone voice. The men were being disciplined by the elderly man. He looked in the door and saw my partial nudity.
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