" The voice radiated such authority that I let go in a reflex. A moment later I felt a soft hand close around my rock hard manhood while a second hand...gently started to caressing my balls."I'm afraid this will hurt a little, but I promises it will feel a lot better afterwards." the same sweet voice said, the firm tone had faded and was replace by a caring one.When I finally opened my eyes I thought I had died and gone to heaven, how else to explain the beautiful Angel I was seeing... but wait. We had plenty of scrambled eggs too, and it reminded me I hadn't shown them how to put a fried egg in a sort of sandwich yet.Zakkon and Mendal headed out with Daro and Rayta as overwatch again this morning, and I hoped they'd be done with their business by the end of the day. Meanwhile I stayed behind to help the women and made sure I knocked off an early piece from Delia, Bunta, Morta, and Theba. They weren't staying for the winter after all, and I figured I'd better fuck 'em while the fucking. The baby red potato stuff.”“Cool. Me, too. I see this relationship going somewhere. I’ll bring you home in a couple days. There’s a hotel up the highway from my house you can stay at until you want to come home. Come on. Fried chicken?” She nodded.We picked through the deli, hit the wing credenza, or whatever they call it, the hot table with the different wing flavors on it, paid for our snacks, and left for the airport. She smiled. She had to be scared out of her ever living loving mind, but. The Vichy bunch was already shipped out to some unknown location inside Germany where they could do no harm from the Gestapo viewpoint.One of my informants down at the courthouse was a girl called Francesca.She was part French, part Italian and part Austrian.She spoke French without an accent, Italian with a cosmopolitan air and Austrian like a barmaid in Vienna.It was true that she was a bit plain in the face but her body was a Greek paradise. I had used her to get information and paid her for.