“Ohhh,” she moaned as my cock entered her pussy and filled her vagina. “Matt, I love your cock.” she whispered.I thrust into her as she squeez...d me with her legs and pressed herself onto my cock, the warmth of her pussy stimulating my dick. We bucked against each other in unison, her vulva slapping into my groin as my shaft rammed into her cervix. She groaned at every thrust, working her hips back and forth, her kegels massaging my cock. Splashes of water hit both of us in the face as our. Her assistant Greta was performing well and the pair of hairless sex-toy slaves Golda and Jacob were helping her to keep on a creative high and the more she indulged her orgasms the more advanced the energy project progressed.The loss of the Russian oil fields meant that the Nazi war machine had to find alternative sources of energy and they were already cruising on the edge of disaster with their shortfalls in almost every sector.Greta was a key to keeping the project on track. The silly cunt. "She headed to our old hotel, and found me no longer there. And since we wanted some secrecy, the desk clerk had no idea where I'd gone. I had turned off my cellphone because ... well, you know why," she smirked and kissed me. "Of course when I turned it on, she had left me like half a dozen messages, ever more agitated. I thought about ignoring her, but realized that wouldn't be fair of me." Of course not," I said. "Was she being that much of a bitch?"Helena shrugged. "Like I said she was. On the occasions that he smiled, it left most women dazed for a moment. Damn, he had just done it to her, Liz blinked and smiled back, then tried to remember what she was going to ask. “Oh…hey! Right on time.” She beamed, grabbing her purse and slinging it over her shoulder. “I hope you don’t mind, but Mary wanted us to do a beer and wine run, if that’s cool.” His dark eyes studied her, not even trailing down to check out her outfit or anything. Strangely enough, it made her that much more.