“Tell them to come here to sign,” Zhukov said.Keitel walked over to sign, “ostentatiously” removing his gloves to do so, unaware that the repr...sentative for the chief of Stalin’s secret police, the NKVD, was lingering just over his shoulder.“‘The German delegation may leave the hall,’” Zhukov said once the signing was complete, Beevor wrote, adding:“The three men stood up. Keitel, ‘his jowls hanging heavily like a bulldog’s’, raised his marshal’s baton in salute, then turned on his heel. As the. It seemed that alight touch got me much more excited than a strong or firm touch. FinallyI could feel her tongue probing my hole, and circling the entrance, allthe while she never let up on massaging my clit.Before long she switched, using her tongue to flick back and forth overmy clit, and using her fingers to probe my pussy. At this point all I wasable to do was to put both hands on the back of her head, pushing herfurther into my pussy and letting out a steady stream of squeals andmoans,. I felt that old, familiar feeling and buried my manhood in her delectable ass as I pumped forth my juice. One squirt. Two. A third rocket propelled pulse blew deep into her ass. I pressed myself into her and waited as each waning spasm tore down my boner, pushing past the constriction of her asshole around my cock, and dribbled a little more of my love juice into her ass.We lay there quietly for a time, then had another shower together. We talked quite a bit, laying there in the afterglow. I. She was happy with the selection of her work clothes for the day, when Clare noticed the time. It was about five in the morning, about an hour before her alarm was to go off. Clare just sighed, and tried to go back to sleep.As much as she wanted to, Clare just couldn't find herself falling asleep. Instead, her mind ran scenarios, of some girl on girl action, that had her all vulnerable and for the better part of the word, "ripe for the taking", as she laid in bed. "Why the hell am I so horny?".