He towered over me, just like I always knew he would, and I felt so small in his arms, but I also felt safer than I have in a long time. His voice sen... shivers throughout my entire body. Hearing it over the phone didn’t do it justice. He had a sexy tenor voice, like velvet. Every word he spoke was like a caress on all of my senses. His full lips were begging to be kissed, to be sucked, to be nibbled. My mind was overflowing with naughty thoughts I could never act upon. We agreed to be friends. I hid my knowledge that these vocal assholes would soon be crushed under the same heel that they so willingly praised with each breath they took in this pre-war period.I looked at the German foreign affairs teletype and saw that no mention was made of the British-Polish Mutual Assistance Treaty and that was par for the course because the less media attention to the Polish question, the better in the Nazi point of view. The feed line from Moscow was equally silent and I knew right then that the. I took it off and my dick greeted me directly. I lay my clothes next to the bed and sat on the side of it looking at the mirror.In a few moments it was time to do it for the first time.I waited and then the door opened.The man walked in still wearing his clothes. ''Get up'' he said as he locked the door.He walked around me and looked at my naked body.''Hmmm nice. Young flesh is always good'' he said.''Your excited huh? Yes that's very clear to see''''On your knees now!!!'' He yelled.I got on my. ’ I waved my hands from side to side in a cutting motion. ‘Finito.’ ‘Finito,’ he mocked under his breath, fishing out the second teabag before dropping the teaspoon on to the drainer with a clang. ‘Sam, you can’t even speak the language. You’re going to need more than bloody finito and arrivederci to get by over there, you know.’ ‘No, I won’t! Marco said—’ ‘Ooh, Marco said,’ he parroted, pushing my mug of tea in front of me. ‘Marco said, Marco said…’ ‘—that he’d tell his staff to speak English.