. the case will explode if opened incorrectly. The Third Reich knows suitcase bombs ... this is one such device.At the bottom of the long climb to the...top, the shop manager is filling out forms while halfway up the stairs a pair of men dressed as SS block access to the remaining steps to the top, They carry MP28's (Maschinenpistole 28, one of Hugo Schmeisser's better ideas.)The three men at the top stand and shake hands. Two start down the steps as the third snaps the latches. His eyebrows. Not a bottle redhead, a real one. Russet red like an Irish setter.I shoved the paper coffee cup to my lips to conceal my drooling. I forced a mouthful of hot sweet liquid between my lips to muffle a low moan of sheer desire. I wanted to follow her, find an empty corridor somewhere and kiss her. To press my nose into those gorgeous locks and smell her shampoo. To feel her hair flow like silk through my fingers. To press my body against hers and show her how beautiful I knew she was. Hot hungry. " And this?" Anne shook the heavy box in her hands."T'other half. Goes to the men that fitted her out and to your father as owner, fifty-fifty I suppose. Less costs, lawyers fees and the like, it's, I believe, some twenty-six hundred pounds, a draft for two thousand, bill of credit actually, with interest of course, but several rolls of guineas that were on one of the ships, twenty I think, and some paper currency and other coins that was none a'their business, Spanish and the like. Carolina. 'Yes. Here. I want you to fuck me over the table. No foreplay – just shove it in.' She stood up, carelessly pushed the remains of the meal to one side and lay back on the table, propping herself up on her elbows. I quickly moved to stand between her wide-spread thighs, looking down at her glistening cunt as I tore my flies open. Despite the speed with which we had moved from eating to almost fucking, my dick was already hard. She let out a low, throaty laugh – a combination of triumph and.