I've heard about all the naughty stuff you've done to other girls. How you put your hands on their shoulders and shove down, force them to kneel down....How you make them get on their knees and then you do all kinds of dirty, bad things to them."Antonio stared for a moment into my eyes, his pupils widening, then he grinned and put his hands on my shoulders and pushed. "Kneel down, bitch. Get on your knees and suck my cock." Oh no, please don't make me do that," I said, as I got on my knees, his. Her crew called her the Ice Maiden.Tromsö lay ahead, about 150 miles to starboard. It was March of 1944, and there were a thousand newly-built up-gunned Sherman "Firefly" tanks and 600 Lend-Lease P-40 fighters aboard -- destined for Stalin's armies, by way of Murmansk. The weather forecast called for blustery winds, with a possibility of heavy snow later in the evening. It was sleeting lightly and visibility was down to 50 feet.Jud Kirsch unbuttoned his military parka as he stepped indoors. We were face to face and I was in a straddling positions. Like cowgirl style.I could feel his erection pushing up on my pussy. It honestly felt amazing but I knew this was wrong. His dick was so hard the only thing stopping it from sinking inside of me and hitting my uterus was the very thin thong I had on and his boxers."You know you've become a very pretty girl Amy. And sometimes daddy needs pretty girls to do things he did with mommy with" I nodded my head scared and slightly horny from his. .and generally, I do it well. Somehow, sometimes, things goes...well...wrong for me. Samson Project Public Relations and authorities had been able to cover up some...unhappy, unfortunate adventures of me. Though, fortunately, nobody were hurt but me and my ego.Somehow, I continue to patrol the city day after day, night after night....A night like that...Though I am not like a Superman, I could hear a feminine screech of anguish from the dark alley. That scream was scary for itself. Somehow, I.