I slumped heavily atop her for a long minute, then grasped her around the waist and pulled us both onto our sides while I stayed buried inside of her....I held her while she panted and shivered for many long minutes, then I reached up and grasped a handful of her lustrous hair and roughly positioned her head so that I was breathing into her ear. She shuddered."Is there any doubt in your mind who is in charge here?" I hissed."No, Master," she whispered softly."Who controls you?" You control me,. Marcie arched her back, pitching from left to right on the bed. She bucked her ass against the German Shepherd, crying out his name, reaching out with one hand and striking her cousin again and again with her clenched fingers as the sensations in her cunt drove the breath from her lungs.Marcie felt the world crashing down around her. Again and again she fucked her cunt onto the dog's cock, the hairs around his prick tickling her clit maddeningly. The teenager could feel his leathery little. I too am angry, angry with the pair of them. Gerda, because she has lost our aeroplane, which I have come to regard as a valuable asset, and above all, I'm angry with Spangenburg. Thanking the Wachtmeister for his loyalty and bravery for ensuring the Leutnant's return, I invite Spangenburg into a spare room at the Fleischer's, my command post."That was irresponsible and unbecoming an Officer," I tell him.Ignoring my criticism, he begs me to send an expedition to retrieve Gerda."She may be. Because Molo now knew in his heart, that this journey could claim his soul as well as his life. It would be ironic to lose one's soul only a little while after he'd found out he had one to begin with.The Pilgrim began walking towards the point in the horizon the stone had shown earlier. He gestured for Molo to follow without another word. Molo seemed consternated, because they had been walking all night, again. What little water they found at times just before dawn, was barely enough to sustain.