“March 12, 1938. It’s a date. Pan and Herr are honorifics for ‘Mister.’ ‘Německo’ is Germany, while (Velká Británie) is, of course, the...UK.” Tat’jana frowned slightly. “The next name is Czech, as is the writer I assume, but the first two names are slightly familiar while the last name is not.”When Tat’jana had mentioned the date, something jiggered in Millicent’s mind. “And the rest?”“There are money transfers, presumably the main Czech bank, ZIBA, to the British bank. 3.2 billion karunas, then. She has a great smile. Her long brown hair is tousled and partly stuck to the side of her face. “Come here you,” I say and lean in and kiss her. She grabs me hard and we start making out. I pull away, “Feeling frisky are we?” She laughs, “Of course I am.” We go back to making out. I unzip her coat and slide my hand in and fondle her perfect breasts over her sweater. She reaches down and runs her hand over my rapidly hardening cock. “Mmm someone’s excited,” she whispers to me. She looks around. I jammed it right back in and began fucking her face as hard as I could. Her teeth were a bitch, but she tried her best to keep them out of the way as I pumped into her throat. After a few more minutes, I pulled my cock out and rubbed my saliva covered cock all over face. Her masacara smeared with a mix of precum, saliva and tears. She panted for air and had her tongue hanging out as I stroked it over her and said Good girl…Very good Princess… I smiled and took a half step forward, leaving my. When I awoke the next morning, you were still sleeping, quite soundly it seemed. I sat up, yawning, kissed your cheek and went downstairs so as to not wake you. Not too long after, you joined me. I was sitting on the countertop, eating cereal, a personal favorite. I directed you toward the coffee, and other morning associations. Instead though you came, stood in front of me, and pulled me toward you. I smiled, and put down the bowl, then threw my arms around your neck, and let my legs, sway.