Sexpionage 2 A Friendly hell
Embassy of the Russian Federation, 2650 Wisconsin Avenue, Washington DC “Why, Ekaterina,” Sergei Tretyakov held his beautiful Agent’s hands to draw her forward for a kiss on the cheek, “How very pretty you look, the United States certainly agrees with you. As for that red sweater …” “Thank you, Comrade Colonel.” Agent Novikova felt a little uneasy at the way the Colonel was ogling her body. She knew that her tight red top, which exposed her shoulders, was provocative, that was the intention,...