She cringed slightly at my touch still, but was getting more accustomed to being handled. I hadn't made any sexual demands from her since the night I ...ook her, choosing to give her this week to recuperate and grow used to her captivity. Bitch stared up at me silently with a nervous look on her face. I leaned forward and bit her ear lobe, laughing low in my throat. "Don't look so afraid bitch. I don't plan are hurting you, and your behaviour has been better than I had anticipated. You. She asked me ‘do you know how a kiss feels like?’ She did not give me time to answer. The next thing I know is I was shivering and my lips were melting, the touch, the feel, the love, the tease. It was killing me, yet my energy was increasing. She bit my lips, pulled it out. And my naughty boy inside my pants started dancing with each of her tease. And she knew she was under control. She slowly started rubbing her hips around my crotch, smiling all the way through. That is when I felt, ‘Now it. Her breathing quickened as her strokes accelerated, the bobbing of her head over his cock quickened. His breathing became more rapid, in synch with hers, as her efforts elicited his increasing levels of arousal. His thrusting into her mouth, into her throat, developed a pistoning quality. Quicker now that he had surrendered to the feelings she produced in his dick, in his entire body. Her humming seemed to increase in volume, and she began to wrap her hands around his johnson as it advanced and. Marie never had any problems with the Germans. But then again, she was a pretty young woman who was only fifteen when they arrived to take over the town, and had just turned eighteen when she was pressed into the French Resistance.For the most part, the Germans who came to the town left the French people alone, as long as they didn't cause trouble. It seemed as if they were trying to be friendly. They paid a fair wage for work and didn't try to humiliate or torture the locals. Of course, when.