" Gretchen's gone?" asked Karl.The Colonel nodded and pointed at the photograph. "With Wolf. Her and four others of your subversive little troupe. I'm...afraid she's in more danger than the Stasi could provide."Karl couldn't help snorting. "I'm afraid that's impossible."A proudly evil grin squeezed from the edges of the Colonel's mouth. "At least for Gretchen you may be right. We are interested in her as we are with Yablonski. We need the source of the code. I'd hoped Wolf would accomplish that. He was her sex slut and allowed her to do anything to his body. She had his cock all the way in her cunt and could feel her clit rubbing on him and she was cumming fast. She rode him hard and then reached back and pushed the stick further in his ass. She was humping his cock hard as she fucked his ass with the thick stick. She rode him till he filled her cunt with his thick cream. She then slid back to his face and straddled him pushing her wet cunt over his mouth and said "Stick that tongue in. Plus, I could not be sure thatwords could come from my mouth without a whimpering hoarseness thatwould demonstrate my subjugation as effectively as the tears in myeyes.Therefore, I looked up at Ross, his head now jutting out at the top ofhis body as he looked down on me, his face contorted with sadisticpleasure; my resistance meant only that he would have to increase thehumiliation. He rocked back and forth on his heels, each pivotreleasing, and then pressing again my flesh into the gravel. A. Sally at first refused the toast, but Myrna said it would help her feel better and settle her stomach down if she ate them. To my surprise she did as Myrna asked. When Myrna set hers and Kat's breakfast down, I almost lost it. Now let me explain that one a little. I like my eggs over easy, and Kat loves them sunny side up. I took one look at the slimy eggs, and my stomach revolted. I quickly got up, refilled my cup, and retreated to my study. I did not want to start the morning out, worshiping.