Three Brides And One Guy
A “Cotcote Chronicles” Story
Copyright 2010 Cindy May
As far as Tarasov was concerned, any secretary was ‘Biz Complexov’, without complexes. In other words, sex with her boss was a compulsory part of her duties.
Natasha gave a winning smile to the guard and stood close enough for him to look down her cleavage.
‘Prevyet, our papa is a driver. Mama sent us with some food for him. Let us in please.’
‘What’s the licence number of his vehicle.’
Natasha shrugged her shoulders, giving the guard a nice view of her young tits wobbling.
‘Mama knows. She usually comes here, but she forgot to tell me.’
‘No papers, and if you don’t know the truck, I can’t let you in, Devochka - Girl.
Natasha put her hand on the guards arm.