Introducing Beautiful Katya (Katey)

She finally surrendered and said "Ok! I'll tell you everything."

I clarified, "Everything?"

She begged me clearly, "Yes, everything. All. Everything. You just ask.'

I got that she was feeling desperate, and she was ready to do whatever I told her.

"Ok. Good. But you will tell me everything. You will show me everything. Your phone. All your files, pictures, videos, Instagram, messages and the good Lord knows what else is in there. Are we clear? Do you understand me?"

"Yes Papa, I promise, here!' she continued sobbing and immediately handed me her unlocked phone.

I settled myself into a chair, directly facing the bed. She sat cross legged, Indian style and just looked at me with those big blue eyes, beautiful face and blonde hair shining in the sunlight.

I would get to the phone at the right time. I placed it on the table next to me and continued, "If you volunteer information, you will win my trust. So don't make me have to ask you. If I think you're hiding something this discussion is over. Horosho?" (It means oke?/understand? in Russian).

"Da, Papa, da... I promise. I'll tell you everything. Everything you want. I show you everything. Please just love meee..." I nearly felt sorry for my Disney Princess sobbing her heart out.

But no. I would be cold. Cold blue steel. She hurt me. Now she would pay.

I began. "So when was the first time you had sex with Rapper?"

She said it was in Cancun. "Good." I replied. I wanted her to understand that efficiency with her answers would help this process along.

I asked her to verify, "Are you sure? Not Florida?"

She said no. But she did have sex with somebody else in Florida.

Believe it or not I felt a huge relief. I knew that I wasn't going crazy and yes - my instincts were still good.

I said "Thank you. That's the kind of honesty I need. Now, go get me a 'cuppa' tea."

She obediently jumped up and went to the kitchen to make me a coffee and brought it back to me. I couldn't help but admire her perfect ass as she wore tight hot pants pyjama bottoms as she bounced her way to the kitchen. No!! I steeled myself - Be strong!! I had to be strong...

As she handed me my tea, she looked at me with her sweet Kitten eyes, hoping I'd forget this interrogation and just hold her. She even found a way to aim her bare midriff and perfect C cups at me, nipples poking the thin pyjama crop top - she really knew how to use those things.

Not a chance! I would be strong!!

I began my next line of questioning. "Who did you have sex with in Florida?" She said one of [Rapper's] guys... and somebody else."

"Two different people!? And not [Rapper]?" I wanted to clarify. She nodded her head firmly followed by, "Yes."

I couldn't help but ask the obvious, "Two different people at the same time? Or separately?"

She was quick to answer "Separately." Wow, I thought to myself. She was busy. My next question, "When?"

She explained the day I left they did the shoot on the boat. Then the very next day they were short of a model and asked if she would help out and model in the pool. They apparently all had a lot of fun and she enjoyed it more than she thought she would. It was fun being in front of the camera again.

Anyway, so all the excitement of the pool party scene led to a night of adventure in town.

Filming was finished so they were celebrating, and they were doing lots of drinking. She said before she knew it her best friend 'Eva', had disappeared with the [Rapper]. So it turns out that poor young Jack's paranoia was justified after all. Just the paranoia though. - nothing ever justifies physical abuse of a woman. Period.

Anyway, while they were out apparently it began raining as they were heading back to the hotel and in their best drunken sailor impressions staggered back to the hotel double time. [Rapper's] best friend and apparently videographer/off sider, 'Jackson', had volunteered to make sure Katey got back safely.

When they got back to the hotel, they ran all the way to the rooms because they were soaking wet. Katey's room was the closest and she said Jackson asked if he could quickly dry off his camera and give it a quick check in her room.

She said it all seemed super harmless and they were still laughing so she didn't think anything of it. She let him in.

She said he quickly grabbed a towel and dried off his camera. then checked it to make sure it was still working. Luckily, the camera was working just fine, and he started showing her some of the video capture and funny commentary.

Katya said it was amusing stuff and they were both laughing while they watched the little screen on the camera.

Out of the blue she suddenly realised that he had somehow got behind her and started hugging her from behind. She said she thought it was a little strange, but she figured it was just a friendly hug while they watched the little screen and laughed together.

I'm sitting there thinking - this girl has a Master's Degree. Even I don't have a Master's degree. Could she really be that naive? Apparently yes!

As annoyed as I was, I showed no emotion so she would continue telling me her story. Lo and behold, what happened next - she suddenly realises his hands massaging breasts - what a surprise. Now, any normal girl would have put up a serious objection followed by a swift kick to the gonads but nope - not my hippy Disney princess. I grit my teeth as she continued telling me that she was drunk, and she figured he was probably just drunk, and it seemed harmless. Besides, Jackson wasn't going to be modelling for Calvin Klein anytime soon - he was about 6'4", heavily overweight, and a face only his Mum could love. Why not let this unattractive guy have a little fun.

"Then what happened?" I asked, calmly but firmly.

She pauses, and looks down at her hands, fidgeting - hoping the right answer would appear miraculously in a puff of smoke.

"I started to enjoy it." she said. "I'm sorry Papa..." and she just started crying.

I couldn't have her flake out on me again so I hushed her and said calmly and firmly, "It's ok. You're doing well. Just tell the truth".

As she continued crying, she looked at me carefully trying to gauge my temper - but I just took another sip of coffee. She got her crying under control and continued.

She said, "He started to massage my breasts more harder. And I started to like it more."

"I think I closed my eyes. I know I should stop him, but it feels like something good. Something good that I remember. Something good, something nice and something that was not going to hurt me."

It hit me like lightning.

Even as she spoke, I understood what had happened. She started thinking of something else, something that happened on another occasion. Full disclosure - My Katya thinks the moon is made of cheese - in her drunken state, she probably started thinking of what happened before because Jackson - this idiot with the camera - is similar in size, shape and demeanour as another person from another time. Oh no...

I understood it really, maybe, wasn't her fault, and she probably just began to relax into it.

She explains she was just very drunk and was feeling very good. Suddenly she could feel one hand unbuttoning her shorts and going into her panties.

I said, "You didn't stop him?"

She slowly answered, "No."

"Then what did you do?"

She answered in detail, "I spread my legs a little so the hand can touch me there. I could feel fingers go into my pussy and then I bend my legs little, so I go lower, and fingers go inside more."

Well, she wasn't sparing my feelings here. I did appreciate the honestly though. This is what I asked for.

"Then what?" I asked.

She said she felt kissing on her neck (her neck is like a G-spot - damn!). She said she felt one hand mauling her breasts and the fingers in her pussy slowly bring her to orgasm.

She said all of a sudden she understood this was wrong and was about to protest to put a stop to it right there and then. She turned around ready to give her molester a mighty Moscow sized slap when all of a sudden she says the weirdest thing happened.

She said she looked back and it wasn't Jackson. "It was Ernesto... At first I couldn't understand and then Ernesto smiled at me. It was him."

For whatever reason - the booze, maybe some substance - she was suddenly transported back to Punta Cana a year ago. For her this man wasn't Jackson now - it was Ernesto - our old fat weed seller.

She said "I suddenly felt so happy to be with him. I was happy you know. I wanted to cheer him up and he must have been so lonely without me for so long. Poor Ernesto. I wanted to be useful and make him happy again." I looked at her straight in the eyes - it occurred to me my well-meaning hippy, bikini model Fiancée had begun to hallucinate - it had happened before. On a few occasions.

This may seem a little strange to you, but with Katya, it happened once in a while. Weird stuff like she would wake up next to me and touch my face and ask me if I was real.

I don't know if this was a medical issue or if all the drugs had finally over fluffed her brain and screwed up her mind - but I always thought it was just her quirkiness and was one of the things I loved about her.

So instead of protesting what was happening with this Jackson guy she says she swears it wasn't Jackson - it was Ernesto. So when she felt her shorts coming down, she happily - with a smile - picked her feet out of the shorts as they came down, followed by her underwear. She felt the warm chubby hand of Ernesto (who was in reality the [Rapper's] videographer 'Jackson') push her forward and she willingly, slowly, bent over at the waist to assume the position - knowing and looking forward to what comes next. She was crying again, "I just wanted him to feel not so lonely you know?" she was honking properly now through her perfect little stuffed nose. "I wanted him to give me all his sad energy, and he could take my happy energy. I just wanted to make him happy..." she started sobbing again.

At this point I need to give you all a little context to be fair to Katya. I suppose I am responsible for some of what happened next which, you will see was just a little speed bump. However, the train wreck that ensued from the initial speed bump was definitely, ALL of it, HER mess. a conscious decision on her part. Read "Flashback - The Caribbean."