Katyas a dame who wouldnt know which end of a baseball to pick up if her life depended on it. Then, again, she doesnt have to know these elemental things because Katyas good looking, and good looking chicks always have things done for them. Thats the way its been since the beginning of time, and thats the way it will always be: with obsequious guys opening doors, and rich men offering to buy lavish but useless gifts for you. Although there are exceptions to even these generally hard and fast rules. On one occasion, Katya was faced with a quandary even a tight dress, a provocative smile and an ass wiggle couldnt solve. For reasons known only to her, she wanted to fuck this greaseball,Gregor, in his hairy, smelly shithole. It had something to do about goat cheese and where this greaseball misplaced it in Katyas apartment ten days earlier. Dont ask. But Gregor was being a little bitch about it and wouldnt cooperate. As luck would have it, a naked friend of Katyas happened to be in the neighborhood and also just happened to have the sexual implements necessary to facilitate Katyas desires. With the muscle of two women pinning his arms down, Gregor didnt know what hit him. He walks funny these days but wont explain why when asked.