I was careful to make sure that none of the uniforms were seen. It was indeed the Communists but this time I was dealing with East Germans. Their khak... was nondescript but that was what made their uniform theirs. Apparently, they got a request they could not refuse. Each one of the captured men had fought in the last war and knew what to expect.The East German army was all filled with volunteers and if you didn't volunteer when asked, you were told to join. The job, though, was better than most. He studied her for a bit hoping to catch her possibly removing her top. When she seemed to be more interested in her book he decided to go out and have a seat. He could see that she spotted him but she made no attempt to acknowledge that fact. He waited to see if she would be embarrassed and run for her room. Instead she took to her book as if his presence didn't bother her. He was settled, drinking his JD and Coke. He sat back, stretched his legs and closed his eyes. He was lost in thought for. As I said it was an “adventure” and it happened just out of curiosity and for fun. Ketan was literally lapping my clean shaven cunt outsides just as a dog would. He was a bit inexperienced I felt, but to correct him I held him by his hairs and pushed his face towards my cunt.He was shocked and even looked up at my face our eyes met for a second and he seemed to have understood what I wanted, so he got back to work. And when his tongue was at the right place I made a slight moaning sound. In. What is the name of this . . . place?’ ‘Café Frangelico.’ The thread holding the sword of Damocles was about to be severed. ‘Please don’t tell me that you are working for . . . Italians.’ The way that she said that inferred that these were one meagre step higher than lepers. Maria began to talk to me. At first it was to tell me what to do but, as I became familiar with the routines in this busy, noisy kitchen, she began to ask me to do things. At first her expression was neutral, but then she.