The bar had a few mixed race couples, both white women with black guys and white guys with black women. We danced and talked as usual and I went to th... bathroom. When I came back Allison was at the bar getting a drink for us. She had the drinks but was leaned back against the bar rail talking to a black guy. She had on a pair of black leather pants and a red low cut in the front blouse. The guy was getting an eye full of her big tits. She was obviously enjoying it too, because she would move so. Belle tensed; felt her heart beat even faster. As the stately figure grew nearer, a slave-girl who had been standing behind the chair emerged and knelt ... acting as a king of stepping-stool. Princess Karina placed her foot on the girl’s back, mounted, turned and seated herself, thus disappearing from Belle’s view. The stepping-stool became a footstool. Silence. What was she thinking? What was she contemplating? What must it be like to be her? Impossible to imagine! Such power ...! At that. ”The German delegation then entered the room, its members looking both “resigned” and “imperious.”Field Marshal Wilhelm Keitel, commander of the Nazi armed forces during the final days of the war, “sat very straight in his chair, with clenched fists,” Beevor wrote. “Just behind him, a tall German staff officer standing to attention ‘was crying without a single muscle of his face moving.’”Gen. Georgy Zhukov, a senior Soviet commander during the war’s final days, stood to invite the Germans “to. What if I brought some of them over? Huh, slut?" Then I guess they'd be fucking me too." I said. "I told you, I'm your slut to use as you choose. If you want me to spread my legs for your friends and let them have my cunt or mouth, bring 'em on. I'll fuck 'em all baby, while you watch. Then I'll fuck you right in front of them. I don't care. Just fuck me."He had a hold of my hips and was ramming his cock in hard. I could feel his balls slapping my pussy lips on every stroke."Oh God, baby", I.