. socialization zone ... a respite from the rigors of frontier life and a gateway to the pleasures of our upstairs hostesses.”Marina Cravens had som... sand. And a husky, whiskey voice. One I could have fallen for. Had fallen for in the past. A pleasant, almost friendly tone. But steel.Unless they were playing a con, the Cravens had money. Or had money behind them.Marina unfurled a large sheet of paper, smoothed it out on the walnut table in front of Mrs. Chambers. Marina pointed with her long. Main chupake se uske piche gaya or use dra diya tab wo boli ki ap dev maine kaha ji apki chut ka pujari to wo dantne lagi or boli ki yaha kya mazak kar rahe ho to maine use kaha ki thik hai chalo flat par or wo mere piche bike par aakar ledies style me beth gayi, to maine kaha ki jaanu main koi driver nahi hoon jo tum aise bethi ho dono taraf pair karke betho or wo maan gayi or dono taraf pair karke beth gayi, fir maine maza lene ke liye baar-baar bike tez karke ek dam se break maar deta or wo. She found me, already erect, and smiled into the kiss, breaking it to nibble her way down my jaw line to my neck. Her mouth closed on my neck, her teeth scratching my skin sensually. She bit my shoulder hard, knowing that a little pain always turned me on more. She kissed my chest, nibbling and blowing on each nibble once before running her nose down my stomach to the prize.I watched as she leaned over my 7 1/2 inch dick. Her right hand was slowly pumping it as her left scratched through my. My grandfather was a Waffen SS officer. Like, for real. Hauptsturmführer Karl Koenig of the Sixth SS Panzer Grenadiers. He fought in Italy against the partisans and Allies. He was taken prisoner by some Communist partisans, tortured, and then released at the end of the war. He emigrated to America and was naturalized later.“It’s not my fault, but he was one. If that ever came out, folks would still assume that I’m a Nazi, even though I hate everything that National Socialism represents..