The Russians won't compromise on anything. That, my friend, has been reported in the press and on Winchell's show. They really want us all out of Berl...n. They see it as the key to taking control of all of Germany."His reply left both Miss Stringfellow and me speechless. Seemingly satisfied with himself, Dennis settled back in his seat and lit up a cigarette.Miss Stringfellow appeared flushed and began to squirm in her chair. Dennis noticed it immediately and said, "But now, you must be. Chelsie was close toorgasm herself, but she knew better then to cum without permission."Mistress,please.....",she implored,I need to.....".Before she could finish her sentence, she found herself tossed over theMistress' lap and open handed blows rained on her already tender ass. "YouNEVER ask for pleasure, Chelsie", the Mistress reminded her. "No, Mistress"Chelsie cried, "I'm sorry, Mistress". Her cheeks burned in humiliation atthe mistake she had made and her ass danced under the Mistress'. " You were helping who?" Wilde— One of the natives, sir." 'One of the natives?'" repeated Miller incredulously, his voice rising back to near fever pitch. "The bugs you mean? You got pet names for bugs?" It's easier to be able to call them something when you're working with them," Zo began to explain. "They don't have names of their own, you see, so—" What do you mean, 'working with them?'" Miller cut him off. "You're not down there to coddle these ugly insects, you're there to be on fucking. " Dannyleaned forward and our lips met in a deep and passionate kiss. She thrust her tongue into my mouth and I could tell she wanted to play. Danny unbuttoned several buttons on my shirt and gently teased my chest with her long finger nails. Suddenly, without any warning, she pushed me back on the bed and tore at my shirt, the buttons flying off of it.“That’s a good shirt,” I remarked.Danny didn’t care. I could tell by the look in her eyes and the way she bit down on her lower lip that she was.