She leaned forward and another body slipped into the bath to support her. A gentle lover, he massaged every inch of her, taking pride in her moans of...pleasure. He was getting hard feeling her bottom against his cock and her breasts in her hands. Gently, slowly, he lifted her and settled her on his cock. He slid in easily, inch by satisfying inch. His hands held her hips and moved her on him, slowly until they both came in a gentle wave of pleasure. She leaned back against him, their bodies. Isabelle made another trip to pick up the last box. She signalled to the driver he could go. Hélène hid the boxes away inside a secret drawer hidden in the cement wall. Isabelle came in with the last box. The women smiled at each other. Hélène didn’t live in the warehouse but she spent enough some time there that she had put two mattresses on the floor and had made sure the bathroom worked. Isabelle was playing a dangerous game. The boxes were filled with anti-German leaflets printed in the. I knew what it was and I also knew my dad very well and as according to my plan dad postponed it and carried on with work and mom went in their bedroom.After about an hour when my dad turned his laptop and was about to go to bedroom, I interruptedMe: dad going to sleep?Dad: yes beta….Why you asking?Me: mom asked me to give you milk when you finish your workDad: ok….Get itI brought him a glass of milk which had powder that would make him unconscious and he finished it in a go.He again started to. ' Clarence hand was at my belt and quickly loosed my belt and undid my jeans. Clarence was some what stronger then I and was a street thug. I did not want to fight but it was either let him do what he wanted or try and fight. I did not want to get beat up and was thinking that even if I did fight I would get beat and he would still do as he wanted. Clarence pushed my jeans down and twisted me around till I was facing the wall, I heard his zipper and felt him as he parted my buttocks with his.