Then I carefully pried the window open with my bayonet and climbed in. I heard low voices, two women behind a door, no sign of German soldiers. I wen... to the door and stood listening. The talking stopped and my heart was pounding again. Then the door opened and a face appeared, “Alo?” said the face. When it said something in German I pushed the door open and put my hand over a woman’s mouth. She went backwards and we fell on a bed with my bayonet pressed at her throat. But a second voice said.. I look around and fumble through the bottles: Whisky, Vodka, Bailey’s Irish Cream, and Wine. I like the idea of a smooth milkshake topped with Bailey’s. Yes. Perfect. I sip from the bottle and the liquid dances in my mouth filling me with insatiable desire. I pull out some French Vanilla ice cream, scoop it into the blender and pour the Bailey’s on top, smooth, sensual and calming. I take a spoon and taste the mixture. It’s so palatable, but it’s too thick for my liking and it’s not strong. “Let me wash your back and then I'll leave you to relax and recharge for a while.” “You do know this is spoiling me, don't you?” “Jill, I want to spoil you and make this experience one that will never be erased from your memory. Now just relax sweet lady. You need to unwind.” Dave then went into the living room, with perfect timing as there was a light rap on the door. “Room service.” Dave again quickly donned a robe, gathered the strewn about articles of clothing, throwing them hastily into. Oh my God... this feels amazing....!" she continues to say mixed with deep heavy breathes of her chest expanding in and out, as her hands gripped upon the cushions at either side of her position.The sound of sex drifted around the room, and the gentle sounds of John's tongue lapping up at Emily's dripping cunt. The sound of wet juices being tasted, lapped and swallowed by him as he continued eating her pussy out with enthusiasm. Emily's passion was building and she knew she couldn't resist for.