He casts a quick glance at Janice before turning and nodding to some unspoken dialogue between him and Beth. Once he is gone and the door closed, Beth...looks at her slave and smiles.‘I have brought you a present and food,’ she growls.“I am not a cannibal,” Janice says disapprovingly as she looks over at the two men.‘No,’ she says as the black slips off her face, revealing her beautifully craft human face and curly red hair. “Of course you’re not. But you have to eat in order to survive.”Janice. Pulling at his shirt, he lifted his hands over his head and helped me get it tossed to the side. His body was amazing, yet again, nothing like I had expected. He had told me that he worked out often, but I did not know to what extent he fully went. He obviously spent more time working out then not. Every inch of his chest was rock hard, all the way down to his abs. I could feel the firmness as I kissed my way down his body. Sliding myself down to the floor and onto my knees, I kissed along his. It felt like he was filling up my body all the way. It was both sensual and incredibly naughty. I felt loved and owned. I felt… bliss. He started to move only slightly, but it was enough to make the flame in my loins surge again. “Fuck me!” I spurred him on, and he complied willingly. It was incredible. I was flying. His cock soon pistoned into my pussy with abandon, stretching me and releasing me in waves of pleasure. My body shook with each of his thrusts and I gasped and moaned, unable to. Some of the entourage in the bunker managed to escape to unknown futures after the clean-up was complete.The “Fuhrerbunker” was designed by Albert Speer who was Hitler’s primary Architect for the Third Reich.Hitler moved into the bunker in January 1945 and it was where he died in April 1945 and his body as well as his new bride Eva Braun’s body was burned in a fire-pit filled with petrol.The bunker was designed as an air-raid shelter due to the increased bombing of the city of Berlin by the.