Katya's a dame who wouldn't know which end of a baseball to pick up if her life depended on it. Then, again, she doesn't have to know these elemental things because Katya's good looking, and good looking chicks always have things done for them. That's the way it's been since the beginning of time, and that's 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 couldn't 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 Katya's apartment ten days earlier. Don't ask. But Gregor was being a little bitch about it and wouldn't cooperate. As luck would have it, a naked friend of Katya's happened to be in the neighborhood and also just happened to have the sexual implements necessary to facilitate Katya's desires. With the muscle of two women pinning his arms down, Gregor didn't know what hit him. He walks funny these days but won't explain why when asked.