My pathetic and half-hearted attempt to resist ends in my wrists being held in his vice like hand.I feel tense and calm at the same time, it confuses ...e. He radiates control and calm. My mind tells me not to give way and resist, though at this point it seems senseless. Now that my mind clears I resist more. "Hush girl," he states. My resistance does not cease.No grin or scowl is visible on his face. He doesn't speak. I try to fry myself from the very effective vice around my wrists. Damn, he is. ‘Okay, no problem’ I returned, my voice muffled between her stockinet thighs. She smelt good as she always did, and she knew just how much I enjoyed being smothered under her skirts, we had done it enough times. It is perhaps one of the mostest sexual and sensual things I like to do and now I was in my absolute element my mouth full of her red laced panties, tasting her sweetness through them as I managed to slowly tease them aside with the tip of my tongue until I was able to enjoy the real. “Look Jack, I'm sorry if it seems devious, but I invited her here because Javon wanted to talk to her but didn't want to have to call her. They ate and then they left together. And in case you still haven't figured it out yet, I had Richard keep you boys over at the club so you'd be out of the way. Don't be mad, baby. I was just trying to help. Those two could be good together. They just need to work out this little spat.”I didn't know what to say, I just looked at her as she continued, “I. I could see that the Axis soldiers had loaded all the men, at gun point, into the backs of the trucks and were now themselves climbing back into the half-track Hanomags. My gaze went to the crumpled pool of cloth that was the old man. I saw, by her dark clothes, the girl that had tended me was on her knees next to him. Holding his hand, crying. Even as I watched, she turned it loose and rose to her feet. In her hand was a knife she had taken from the desert man’s belt. She ran at the German.