The flight to Budapest was quick and uneventful. I worried a little about what might happen to me if my husband returned to find me missing and right there, on that uneventful, unremarkable plane ride I decided that I didn’t care. I decided that I was not going to go back to Russia, that I would find a way to stay in Budapest and maybe even become a porn actress. I knew that I had a good body and naturally large pendulous breasts; the rest I could figure out.
We went straight from the airport to the studios at defloration.com. I met with the producer who just happened to speak fluent Russian. Fabulous! We could communicate freely without having too use a translator. Don’t get me wrong, translators are wonderful, just something always gets lost in translation and the fact that we were both Russian gave me an even better level of comfort.
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