"Alright. But, if at any point you feel uncomfortable and want to stop, you tell me," I said as scooted closer to her on the bed."I don't think that i... going to be a problem now" she said as she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine. I moved my right hand to her hair and my left to her breast. As we kissed, I felt her hands move on my body. At first, she seemed unsure of what to do with them. She was lightly running her hands up and down my arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake. My. This time it was given by a German. He explained how the workers were free now to follow their hopes. There would be no more diktats from Moscow. At the end of the speech six of the local Party commissars were brought on to the platform with the speaker. Comrade Biebler was one of the six. The speaker drew his pistol and walked behind the commissars. Then he shot each one in the back of the head. Anna couldn’t go back to work. She told her supervisor that she was feeling ill. The Germans were. The shirt ripped half way down revealing a tight cleavage created by firm orbs. Then she heard tearing from behind and could feel her butt cheeks expand and reshape into steel buns. The shorts tore and wrapped tightly around an ass of muscular perfection. They looked practically bulletproof. Tiffany was now looking at an Amazonian goddess. Tall as a tree and built like an athlete. Her arms could crush a coconut and her legs could crush, well, any poor bastard she wanted. Tiffany was in. And, of course, they worked. Anne began to influence Anna more and more, whilst still getting her to walk slowly and carefully to the locker room. By the time they got there, AK was hers!Anne whispered in AK's ear: "You want to go and freshen up. You'll go to a cubicle and I'll follow. You'll make it sound as though you've locked the door, but you'll leave it unlatched. Understand?"With a slightly gazed look, Anna softly said, "Yes, Miss" as she had been quickly trained to do. Then she turned.