“You’re thinking of her,” she teased, lifting herself up on tiptoes to whisper in my ears. “I’m not wearing anything under my skirt.”By th... time we reached the alleyway, I was hard for her. For Jennette, not Summer. I was pretty sure she wasn’t wearing a bra either. Before we’d even disappeared into the shadows we were kissing passionately, my hand on her tits, hers on the bulge in my pants, fumbling with my zipper, tugging it down as I tore her sweater open. She turned her back to me and I. " I replied. "I wont be near the cum."She still resisted, but as my tongue found her clit she gave up and as I gently liked up and down along the edges of her clit she let her head roll back and began to get into it. Soon she was moaning softly and her hips began to sway and as I sucked and licked at her swollen clit I would let my tongue drift lower and lower. Soon I got a taste of my cum but continued to mostly concentrate on her clit while my cock began to grow hard again as I imagined it. “Guys, what do you think?” Joe said and laughed.Another cheer erupted and then the knife sliced through the front of my bra. I felt the air hit my breasts as they bounced free. There was a short silence and then a loud cheer. I was crying now and then I felt the men let go of my arms. I wrapped my arms over my boobs and tried to run to the nearest opening. I almost made it and then I was pulled back by my dress. I heard more ripping as I was dragged back to the middle. They let me go. I could see expressions of relief on the faces of the rest of our party and, interestingly, on the faces of the young FDJ representatives. I also noticed several hard looks from the older East Germans directed towards Fräulein Hartmann. Had she made another mistake by not briefing us properly?“That was terrifying, Will. Why did you do that?” Ginnie turned and hissed at me.I smiled. “It might have been terrifying, but you did it beautifully.”Ginnie’s frown softened slightly.“Don’t sell yourself.