”Paige walked slowly up the stairs. I could see that she wasn’t wearing anything under her skirt. Her thighs went up, and up, to make the most per...ect ass. It was so perfect, it’s a shame she has to sit on it. As she reached the top step, she stopped to bend over.“God! I wish she'd stop doing this,” she said, reaching to pick something up. Her ass just inches from my nose. And a red jewel tucked right in between those perfect ass cheeks. “Do you like the color?” she asked.“I love me some red,”. Few people knew his exact role in the OKW's own intelligence service. He was assigned as much to spy on the SD and Gestapo as to check up on the enemy. He had a peculiar new project, not known to anyone but a handful in the Chief's inner circle. He was supposed to look into the bizarre magical rites of the SS and determine if there were any serious occult dangers to the regular military or Germany herself from these rituals.Not even Niedermann's Swedish wife, Greta, knew what his job really. Things like if she has any k**s and in what city she live...how far she drive to work...where she worked before, etc...she asked me the same questions I ask her...then I asked if she married or not...she told me, she divorced and has 3 k**s...I was even more happier to hear she say that...so joked with by say "that mean you still available for me then I smiled and LOL " then she LOL too!...our lunch time is about to be over so we walked back to our dept...I walked behind her and I cant keep my. She felt both large warm hands under her ass, raising her woman hood up to his mouth. His tongue was crazy. On the one hand it was random, frantic, before stopping and sliding slowly and erotically over her clitty between her fingers. She couldn't stop herself, her nipples ached, her pussy throbbed, her hand on the back of his head gripped tight.She pulled his hair, he gasps and looked up. In one single phrase – “Fuck me, you dirty bastard” she felt her desire escalate, desperate to show him.