Then it started, after a few heavy exchanges one muscleman started to get hurt and tried to move away. The other muscleman saw the opening and started...to unload, his fists hitting their target repeatedly and really starting to "bust up" his counterpart. It was methodical, his fists pounding the massive muscleman opposite him, one fist, then the other, exploding on his heavy solid muscled body and head, over and over and over. The sound of the punches impact reverberated through the basement. We. While he knew society frowns on unions like theirs, he would fight for them; nothing seemed more natural to him. He dug in his dressers for clothes for their trip to the mall.He put on his socks and his black jeans... After tying his shoes, he put on a plain white shirt, and walked out.He noticed that the bathroom shower was still on, so he walked in. Helen didn't notice him at all. He could see the outline of her naked body through the glass door. He stared at her naked body, fantasizing like. Grab something off the street if necessary."Jane was hustled out of the room and only just managed to get her dress back on as they waited for the lift. When it came the orderly pressed the button for the ground floor."That's not where Room 210 is," she protested, "I am going back to Colonel Esser's room."The orderly merely stared at her and said nothing.When the lift stopped he took her arm and started to rush her through the lobby and out into the Strand, ignoring her protests. Fortunately. It startled me and I jerked around to face him. Almost yelling I asked, "What are you doing?" I knew exactly what he was doing, but even after our sexually charged little conversation it came as a surprise."Sshhh!! We wouldn't want your mother to hear." His voice was soothing yet powerful as he gripped my shoulders and pushed me over the sink. He was not a huge guy but he was significantly stronger than me. I resisted him enough to let him know I didn't want to do it but not nearly with all my.