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"Hmm..." Mama is silent for a long moment, before she finally nods her head softly. "Alright, I'll make the arrangements. We'll try her out and see if she's useful. Lyudmila, working at the Andropov Dacha. We should be able to make contact without much difficulty."

"Berlin..." Mama's fierce gaze is fixed upon Olena, instantly picking up on the subtext. "I'm not in the habit of aiding defectors. Do you think she could be utilised as an asset?"

"Oh, you're the type who likes to tie a girl up?" She chuckles. "Sure, go ahead..."

"I'm sure I will." Mama chuckles softly as she sees Vixen's reaction. "For now, you have the rest of the day at liberty. Go out, relax, work any...stress you might be having out of your system, and report here at 09:00 hours tomorrow morning." The older woman orders, before looking down at the...

(Yeah, I'd originally planned there to be a section where Olena changed, but I couldn't find art I liked for the uniform and then forgot about it. :oops: As for the documents, I'll say she was able to hide them away at the train station.) Mama exhales slightly, the ghost of a smirk on her pouty...

"A-Ahhh..." She groans at his touch, leaning back against him as his fingers slide inside her damp muff, leaning back against him. "I'm not really the passive type..." She purrs, as her ass begins to slide up and down, grinding against his erect cock through his pants.

"Oh, I think you would have as well." The baron smiles, sipping at his own wine. Claudia feels the merchant's eyes on her, though the younger exile seems less interested. "I think she would have liked you indeed. I suppose my servants told you all about her, then?" He asks softly, a little too...

The redhead by the this point is all but hyperventilating, eyes wide and panic starting to set in as she gazes upon the fate that's clearly in store for her. The two thugs on the other hand look far less distressed at the sight. "Heheh, relatives?" One of the men asks as he sees the cyan-haired...

"Yes, yeeeesss!" Lorelei screams over the heavy squeaking of the bedsprings as Evasha bodily pounds her lover, sweat pouring down their bodies. Eran watches the lustful show as she continues to pound away, flipping Lorelei over to take her from behind now. "Take it, you naughty fucking slut..."...

"I'm sure you are. Then we have an agreement." The fellow busty necromancer announces as she pinches her victim's nipples hard, beginning to tweak them, as the light coming from the poor bound woman's chest only increases in its brightness. "These women...I want their pleasure increased...

"Took you long enough." Bagration grumbles as she walks out the door - failing to hide the jealous blush on his face as Uranus steps out a moment later. "Time to go. We don't want to piss off Mama." Uranus growls, back to his ice-man persona. The journey is uneventful - Uranus seems happy not...

"Hmph, what a gentleman." She chuckles lightly, as his hands travel down her perfectly soft skin. As his fingers dip beneath the thong, they find her lips already coated in a thin layer of dew. She presses back against him, her thick ass grinding against his crotch.

She smirks, reaching out to take his hand. Though he'd earlier worried that going into the back of the shop might prove dangerous, he sees that there just seems to be more shelves with antiques here, along with some stairs leading upwards. The elevator heading down that the thug revealed under...

As she checks her catsuit, Olena notes it smells a little from the mix of her sweat and her juices, but the intel she managed to grab is still there - luckily since she was very much distracted last night. "Hurry it up!" Bagration calls. "Ugh, cyka..." Uranus grumbles, lightly batting away her...

"I'm sure it was very difficult." The dusky skinned beauty laughs softly, her bikini top falling loose and her sizeable breasts spilling free. "Come on - unless you want to do it here over the counter." She gestures to the door leading further into the store.

"I hope your energy will last - it'll need to." She chuckles. As he moves to lock the door, he sees her look up at the corner of the room, where a small camera hangs - one that looks quite modern for such an old shop. Her hands, though, move to the laces of her bikini top.

"Hah, you're a bold one!" She laughs, the sound rich and pleasant. "What kind of dirty old man walks into a store, tells a naughty story and moments later tries his luck? Ah, but I suppose it was a good story, and this is a day of celebration, after all." She looks behind him, just briefly...

"We made sure they got home safely to their hotel. Last thing we need is people poking their heads around here because some rich Americans got hurt or went missing." She rolls her eyes. "And as for me, I needed to watch the bar. That kind of business needs constant attention. Not like this one...

"Oh, is that right?" She rolls her eyes at his comment about women. "But I've seen a few things over the years. Not as many as you, I'm sure, but then again, I haven't had as many years as you." She grins. "There was one time when I was bartending not far from here. A pair of beauties came in...

"Well, in that case, I'm glad to bring back a good memory." She smiles. "Hah, I'm Colombian, viejlito. Very little is too wild for me." Her smirk widens slightly. "Can't see I'm surprised, though. Rich gringas are all crazy sluts deep down. You see them holidaying here all the time. A little...