My pussy is so wet for you," the big tittied slut moaned again, spreading her legs wide, and asked in a pleading voice, "Please, Master, do me now, pl...ase do me now!" I traced my finger around the outside of her dripping pussy while savoring the sweet smell of my aroused slut. Betsy, meanwhile, squirmed her ass around, trying in vain to get me to make contact with her protruding clit... something I avoided doing, much to her dismay! I teased her for a few moments more, before burying my tongue. Master WAS watching me and choreographing this whole scene remotely. The cage backed up against the corner, and as I examined it more closely, I could see that its bars were embedded in the concrete floor and that its two back walls were the walls of the room. It was a permanent fixture. Entry into the cage seemed to be on its top side. The whole top seemed to be on hinges, and there was an ominous hasp and lock on the side opposite the hinges. It looked awesomely stable and I longed to touch. He hired me to get proof, and today you kept seeing my car because I had to get close enough to you to get some hard evidence." So the police are now harassing women at the request of their husbands?" It's not harassment, Brenda. I have a private investigator's license, and I'm off-duty; remember, I patrol for the town at night. I was a private eye before I was a cop, and my captain knows I still do this on the side. So everything's on the up-and-up, except for the fact that you're humping just. " Hi Fritz," one said, "come lower so we can give you a proper Russian greeting." Leave him," Rhykov instructed, "we're too easily trapped in this district." Do you suppose they've seen the farmhouse?" It occurs to me, yes. We need to find somewhere we can ditch this crate and get back to the forest." A lake?" Perfect! Head over there then run this thing into the water. We'll head back to the rendezvous on foot."The tide was turning against the Wehrmacht in the partisan war behind the lines..