The silence was almost oppressive. I wondered if anyone else was in the attic, if there was a fire escape. Normally, I always look, but I was so weary... and I still had that strange feeling in my chest, in spite of the milk. I guess the whiskey was getting to me, too. My suitcase was there on the dresser. I undid the noisy brass latches, got out my shaving kit, and went to use the bathroom. The bathroom was a old-fashioned affair, with a tile floor and a big clawfoot tub, placed where there had. Just the thought of him fucking me makes me wet…and dizzy. The only sound that you could hear in the stairwell were his bare hips colliding with my naked ass…and the sounds of his balls slapping my soaking wet clit. I fought with all my might to hold in my screams. I quickly felt his cock begin to swell within me. He started to thrust more intensely and I lost my grip on second step. I bent all the way forward at the waist and ended up with one forearm on the bottom step, and a hand gripping. Kareeb 3-4 min tak humne kiss kiya aur phir usne meri salwar utar di, aur phir wo meri bra utarne lga mene use roka aur phir mene use apni jeans utarne ko bola kyunki mujhe lund muh mein lena tha, usne apni jeans utar di aur phir mene uski jockey bhi utar di uska lund thodi der mein ek dum mast khada ho gya tha mein dhire dhire uska lund muh mein le rahi thi …. Uuuuuuuummmmmmmmmm aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh aaaaaaahhhhhhh ki aawaze room mein aane lagi.Mene use kareeb 5 min tak blowjob di. Phir usne meri. He held me so tight it hurt, as if he were afraid I was going to bounce out of the jeep which was really not out of the realm of possibilities considering the lack of suspension supporting the old jeep.We came up to a heavily manned checkpoint a mile or so before the city. Frank shoved papers in front of the guard. His arrogance was very unbecoming of his nature, but I'd learned that most Germans appeared rude at the best of times. The guard scrutinized the document and made a bored, lame.