“Let me try this again,” he said, sliding his hands up my arms and easing the thin straps of my baby doll off my shoulders. He continued pulling t...e material down to my waist, my breasts bouncing free. He cradled each breast, sending shivers down my spine as he leaned into me, grazing his lips down my neck. “Nothing makes you look good. You see? It’s getting better already.” I trembled under his kisses as the realization of his words sunk in. “Damn it, Ray. You could have said, ‘You look best. I turned on the chrome floor lamp that acted as a desk lamp in the otherwise darkened room, and sat in the chair at the desk. The first file in the bottom drawer was one marked, "Roksana". It was a maybe an inch thick.I pulled it out and put it on the glass surface of the desk and the first item was a newspaper clipping obituary for one Marcelina Propaskiev. The photo showed a very pretty blonde-haired woman, probably in her thirties. Of course, with obituary photos the reader has little frame. She then pulled my cock out of my boxer's and started to slide my foreskin up and down. It was wonderful. The feeling of her breasts was fantastic. She asked me to pull her nipples. I couldn't believe the size of them; they were probably about 3/4" long and rock hard. So I pulled her left nipple, then her right nipple, then pulled both.She was getting very breathless by this time. I was really enjoying her playing with my foreskin. Then she started to wank my cock. OMG. I was really worked up.. She opened her mouth to shout but froze. The cold, clinical edge of steel on her cheek sent shivers through her teenage body, disrupting her breathing and causing her heart to beat wildly. "No! Please no!" she shouted, her eyes wide open, transfixed on the bayonet inches from her face. The music played on in the background, the happy, upbeat disco beat now bouncing round the house. A soldier ran the tip of the cold steel slowly along her cheek, across her lips and over her chin. Her sphincter.