With both hands she undid his belt and pushed his pants down around his waist. He seemed unable to move, but his eyes followed her as she knelt before...him. Face-to-face with his stiff, jutting member, she was truly impressed. It was enormous. Much longer then her past lovers had owned. She pressed a kiss to the tip of him, and he reacted immediately. His hand moved to clutch the back of her head as he pressed his hips forward, forcing entrance into her mouth. Her hands flew to his hips, pushing. He could see Philippe de la Croix’s face as clear as day, the blue eyes, the short-sheared light brown hair, the aquiline features. His sardonic voice as he repeated an old Yiddish proverb: ‘No option is still an option.’ The Jew in the French Résistance, who had Aryan eyes and a name that translated to ‘of the Cross’, had disappeared not long after the old man had met him. Possibly deeper into the underground, probably to some Nazi camp. Forcing himself back to the present for now, the old man. "I am really a sub but I find it's difficult to let loose and be powerless. I liked being used and your sex slaves like you even though they have been used hard." She paused.Martha said, "You are welcome. It's a little rough right now for our six but they asked to be our slaves here not elsewhere on the trail." I know. That's what they told me. So, will you be my master and mistress? I will do your bidding at all times and in all ways." I was surprised as this was a pledge that offered the. I was just getting wetter and wetter and flying towards a much needed orgasim. Then all of a sudden the man eating me out stood and plunged his cock into me. I was going to protest and make him stop but my body wanted him to fuck me. His hard young cock felt so good deep inside me. Then he stopped and puled out. The other young man pushed his cock into me as the other man started to kiss me, I could smell my own pussy on his face. As the second man slow fucked me it occurred to me that I.