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As she lay against my breast in her large heavy furs, I had a curiously oppressive sensation.

It was as if a wild beast, a she-bear, were embracing me. It seemed as if I were about to feel her claws in my flesh.

With my mature naked girls taking pictures with cell phone heart filled with smiling hopes, I went up to my miserable servant’s room, and threw myself down on my hard couch. “A short time ago the most beautiful woman, Venus herself, rested against your breast, and now you have an opportunity for studying the Chinese hell.

Unlike us, they don’t hurl the damned into flames, but they have devils chasing them out into fields of ice. “Very likely the founders of their religion also slept in unheated rooms.” * * * * * During the night I startled out of my sleep with a scream. I had been dreaming of an icefield in which I had lost my way; I had been looking in vain for a way out. Suddenly an eskimo drove up in a sleigh harnessed with reindeer; he mature naked girls taking pictures with cell phone had the face of the waiter who had shown me to the unheated room. “What are you looking for mature naked girls taking pictures with cell phone here, my dear sir?” he exclaimed. “This is the North Pole.” A moment later he had disappeared, and Wanda flew over the smooth ice on tiny skates. Her white satin skirt fluttered and crackled; the ermine of her jacket and cap, but especially her face, gleamed whiter than the snow. She shot toward me, inclosed me in her arms, and began to kiss me. Suddenly I felt my blood running warm down my side. She laughed, and as I looked at her now, it was no longer Wanda, but a huge, white she-bear, who was digging her paws into my body. I cried out in despair, and still heard her diabolical laughter when I awoke, and looked about the room in surprise. Early in the morning I stood at Wanda’s door, and the waiter brought the coffee.

I took it from him, and served it to my beautiful mistress. She mature naked girls taking pictures with cell phone had already dressed, and looked magnificent, all fresh and roseate. She smiled graciously at me and called me back, when I was about to withdraw respectfully. “Come, Gregor, have your breakfast quickly too,” she said, “then we will go house-hunting.

I don’t want to stay in the hotel any longer than I have to. If I chat with you for more than a minute, people will immediately say: ‘The fair Russian is having an affair with her servant, you see, the race of Catherines mature naked girls taking pictures with cell phone isn’t extinct yet.’” Half an hour later we went out; Wanda was in her cloth-gown with the Russian cap, and I in my Cracovian costume.

I walked about ten paces behind, looking very solemn, but expected momentarily to have to break out into loud laughter. There was scarcely a street in which one or the other of the attractive houses did not bear the sign _camere ammobiliate_. Wanda always sent me upstairs, and only when the apartment seemed to answer her requirements did she herself ascend. By noon I was as tired as a stag-hound after the hunt. We entered a new house and left it again without having found a suitable habitation. Suddenly she said to me: “Severin, the seriousness with which you play your part is charming, and the restrictions, which we have placed upon each other are really annoying me. I can’t stand it any longer, I do love you, I must kiss you.

Let’s mature naked girls taking pictures with cell phone go into one of the houses.” “But, my lady—” I interposed. “Gregor?” She entered the next open corridor and ascended a few steps of the dark stair-way; then she threw her arms about me with passionate tenderness and kissed me. You are much more dangerous as slave than I would have imagined; you are positively irrestible, and I am afraid I shall have to fall in love with you again.” “Don’t you love me any longer then,” I asked seized by a sudden fright. She solemnly shook her head, but kissed me again with her swelling, adorable lips. Wanda had luncheon, and ordered me also quickly to get something to eat.

Of course, I wasn’t served as quickly as she, and so it happened that just as I was carrying the second bite of my steak to my mouth, the waiter entered and called out with his theatrical gesture: “Madame wants you, at once.” I took a rapid and painful leave of my food, and, tired and hungry, hurried toward Wanda, who was already on the street. “I wouldn’t have imagined you could be so cruel,” I said reproachfully.

“With all these, fatiguing duties you don’t even leave me time to eat in peace.” Wanda laughed gaily. “I thought you had finished,” she said, “but never mind. The martyrs didn’t have any beefsteaks either.” I followed her resentfully, gnawing at my hunger. “I have given up the idea of finding a place in the city,” Wanda continued.

“It will be difficult to find an entire floor which is shut off and where you can do as you please.

In such a strange, mad relationship as ours there must be no jarring note.

I shall rent an entire villa—and you will be surprised. You have my permission now to satisfy your hunger, and look about a bit in Florence. If I need you then, I will have you called.” I looked at the Duomo, the Palazzo Vecchio, the Logia di Lanzi, and then I stood for a long time on the banks of the Arno.