I do want it to stop. Of course I do. Or a part of me wants it to stop and the rest of me wants him to squeeze tighter.But he stops.And he's kind. He ...ives me water. I slurp.And then he hurts me some more with his pin wheel. Cutting my cuts. It hurts like hell. I love it. I want more.And then he stops.Bastard.And then he pushes something deep in me that sets my whole body trembling. Soooo intense! Soooo good!And then he stops.Bastard.Fucking tease.Hurt me! I want him to hurt me! Hurt me and not. As she did so, she regarded the soldier with some interest. He was tall and towered over her with light brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a pleasing face. But he was a Nazi and she could never be interested in him no matter how handsome he might be. ‘Here you are, Herr Ziegler,’ she said as she handed him the neatly bundled package. He grabbed it, purposefully brushing his fingers against hers. ‘Thank you Mademoiselle Deschamps,’ he bowed to her again, ‘I hope to see you soon,’ he told her,. My... god..." said Dave."Jesus Sam!" said Ben.I just kept walking towards them, sexily, in my little school dress,with my cutey black panties and bra underneath, in my sexy fuck-meboots, and with my red feather boa around my neck. I first went up toMichael. They were all laughing at me but I kept going, putting thefeather boa around his neck and dancing around him like I'd seen in themovies. Then I twirled around to Ben, stuck my little girly booty infront of him and flashed him my panties with. I made her to sleep again.I hugged her tightly and slowly started to move my hand to touch her boobs. But she was not allowing me to do so. I kissed her neck and slowly came down, kissed her boobs without removing her top. She started moving and moaning. I started to press her boobs. She stopped me. So I took my hand towards her navel and waist. What a shape it was. Kissing her waist and navel made me feel like as if I was in heaven. Slowly I took my hand towards her pussy.It was already wet.