Review of Yana of Annabellas MK, Milton Keynes

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Usual Annabellas flat near John Lewis, CMK. Discreet entrance. Quiet residential area. Safe and clean.

Yana is beautiful, tanned, toned with delicious curves. A delight to behold.

Richards took a quick glance back, to ensure heÕd lost his tail, and slipped down the side road keeping to the shadows. His pace quickened a little, he had the advantage and was determined to disappear from the prying eyes which Moscow had sent to observe him. ÔBloody Russians!Õ he half muttered under his breath, the agents from station M had become more tenacious of late, maybe some much needed funds had finally found their way to help train the new recruits. Whichever, all he knew was it was getting harder to complete the orders heÕd received from The Circus, but he was damned sure he was going to succeed in this latest mission.

His task was to meet with a beautiful Russian double agent, code named ÔYanaÕ. She had been in deep cover for over a year already working as a VIP Escort. This was not an unusual occupation for attractive female agents on both sides, as all men, even agents, had a fatal weakness when it came to sex, namely they talked too much and would often reveal more than was wise. HeÕd have to keep his wits about him.

Richards approached the discreet flat, pleased that the entrance provided shielding from the surrounding apartments. It was certain that Yana was also being watched. Trust was an antiquated concept in this business and both sides watched their own as much as they watched the opposition. He rang briefly on the door, pulled up the collar on his grey, woolen coat and waited for the door to open. After a few brief seconds he heard the chain on the safety lock being undone and the door swung open enough for a youngish, blonde, woman to eye him up, raising a questioning eyebrow.
ÔVat do yoo vant?Õ, she asked curtly.
ÔI have an appointment with YanaÕ, Richards answered quietly but confidently.
ÔYou better come eenÕ, replied the woman, opening the door fully whilst glancing out nervously to check for unwanted attention.

Once inside, Richards noted the warm, comfortable apartment and was led upstairs to a darkened room with blackout blinds over the windows. Two bedside lamps projected a dim glow over the stylish furniture which consisted of a double bed, a sofa and two large mirrors.
ÔShe vill bee vit you een a meenitÕ, drawled the blonde woman, giving Richards a quick once over before heading out the door.

After a few minutes, the door slowly opened and in walked a dark haired lady, perfectly tanned skin, wearing hold up stockings and matching dark grey lingerie. Although Richards had communicated with Yana many times via letter drops, nothing had prepared him for the vision of pure, feminine sexuality before him now. He struggled to find his words for a second but managed to stutter out, ÔThe weather in Moscow must be cold this time of year?Õ, the pre-arranged code words sent to him by The Circus.
ÔDa, eet vud bee better to bee een VladivostockÕ, came the appropriate reply, almost purred by this beautiful creature.
ÔVer you followed?Õ, she continued.
ÔYesÕ, said Richards, Ôbut I lost him. Your people are getting better all the timeÕ, he added.
ÔDa, dat ees true. Shall wee get down to beezniss?Õ, she said, slinking over to Richards to sit next to him on the sofa.
Richards wasnÕt sure what she meant by this exactly. Yes, he had vital papers he needed to give to her, but there was a suggestion in her voice which went beyond a formal exchange of secret information.
ÔDo you always seduce young agents in this manner?Õ, he said teasingly.
ÔNot allÕ, she replied, moving closer towards him so that he could inhale her intoxicating fragrance, Ôbut you are deeferentÕ, she whispered in his ear.
Slowly she began to undress him as their lips met in the most sensual of kisses, such soft, delicious lips which awakened RichardsÕ passion.

The next hour was a flurry of animal chemistry as each abandoned themselves to the pleasure of the other, leading to a crescendo of ecstasy like a wave crashing on the shore again and again. Her skill in the art of pleasing a man was breathtaking and Richards finally collapsed, breathless, into her tender arms as the adrenaline seeped out of his system.

ÔI should goÕ, he finally said, once he had regained his conscious thoughts.
ÔVill I see you again?Õ, she asked, stroking his face.
ÔI can guarantee itÕ, Richards replied confidently. This was one dame he knew he couldnÕt let get away from his grasp.

Richards walked out into the cold air, a gentle smile across his face not caring now who saw it. His mission was accomplished and, although the world was still a dark and dangerous place for agents like him, right now he felt nothing but hope and happiness. YanaÉ.what a lady!