I was still on the side of the bed so I moved down to the bottom and put my head between her legs. I couldn't believe how powerful her scent was. Then...I looked at the robe underneath her. I thought I'd had a wet spot on my pants. Her robe was soaked. It was over saturated and there was actually a puddle on it. "God Damn it, will you please fuck me?" It sounded like she was going to cry.I stood up and pulled my pants down. Talk about wet spots. We were going to have to do some laundry before the. Of course, it was possible, but the prisoners were not to be interfered with in any way before the process began and she was marked as “special” because she had been wearing a sidearm making her almost certainly an officer in the enemy forces and probably privy to a fair share of secrets they needed to peel deep and extract from her whilst she was still in shape to formulate the words to betray her trust.Igor the Russian was now poised directly behind her rear facing entryway and she knew. "And you are beautiful." He replied cupping his large hands around her breasts. As he continued caressing her, she squirmed on top of him. He growled in pleasure at the feel of her warm bottom squirming against his swollen manhood. He went still, then groaned when she reached between them and unzipped the jeans that he was wearing. He had only thrown on his jeans to follow her, so his manhood sprung out to greet her."I love it when you go without." She whispered as she stroked him."And I love. As I remembered her she was always the sweet quiet proper young lady. Well that sure as fuck was not her anymore, I think she is perverted more than I was. Well we got up this morning to a gray and cloudy day, if things did not change there would be no swimming today. Tony and I got dressed and brushed our teeth and combed our hair, needing to be presentable for breakfast. We went downstairs, to my surprise the 2 girls were already in the kitchen with Grandma. One was making toast the other.