<strong>Samantha Weston, aka Sam  or  Sammy<br/>Location: The Arabian Nights Room, Second Floor of the Mansion<br/>Tagged: Sergei<br/>Accent: Canadian (eh!) :P<br/></strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i2.listal.com/image/1079353/936full-vanessa-marcil.jpg)</div>With barely a moment to take in the ambiance of the room Sam squealed playfully as Sergei threw her onto the decadent, round mattress. She came to rest squarely on the center, bouncing softly from the sudden landing. Her long dark hair, still damp from the Jacuzzi, clung to her skin as the hem of her purple negligee rose along her firm thighs.  Her nipples crowned her firm mounds proudly, displaying her sexual hunger as they pressed against the soft fabric, inviting him to take them into his mouth to suckle and taste.  Her dark brown eyes glowed with a wanton fire that whispered of pleasures she was more than willing to supply. Smiling Sam watched as Sergei crawled across the bed towards her, still wrapped in a towel. Was it false modesty? She didn’t care in the least; nothing was going to stop her from pushing this proud Russian into screaming out her name in pure ecstasy.<br/><br/><br/>One shapely, tanned leg stretched out towards the smiling Russian. Using her painted toes, Sam pulled the towel from his waist, leaving him as naked as Mother Nature intended.<strong>”No need to cover up”</strong>she cooed as he snuggled beside her. Resting on her elbows, Sam raised partially from the bed as she lay on her back, allowing her head to fall back as she stared up at the mirror on the ceiling.<strong>”Nice touch, this should offer you a nice view of the fun I have in mind….now, on your back, be a good boy and let’s get this party started, yeah?”</strong>Offering him a cheeky smile as she tossed him a sideways look, Sam released a throaty chuckle. It flowed easily from her soul, rich and melodic in its nature. The sound matched the playful brunette perfectly, sexy and free, with a hint of steely determination and of course, fueled by passion and soaked in the heady sense of desire.<br/><br/><br/>Moving into a kneeling position, Sam watched Sergei get comfortable. Her dark eyes scanning the nearby tables searching for the silk ties she desired. They lit up with mischief as she spotted exactly what she was looking for.<strong>”Hands above your head”</strong>Sam called out, her voice suddenly all business though her smile showed the promise of sinful pleasure.<strong>”We are gonna play a little game of ….you can’t touch me but I can do as I please to you!”</strong>Sam informed her captive as she leaned over his body, stretching to reach the silk bindings with one hand as the other held her balance on the bed.<br/>