I went on into my apartment's tiny kitchen and grabbed two glasses. “What would you like to drink?”“You're always bragging about your tea, so I'...ll try a glass.”Denise went on into the living room and took a seat on the couch. She grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. I joined her a few minutes later with two glasses of freshly brewed sweet iced tea a couple of plates and some paper towels.“Make yourself at home,” I said sarcastically. I handed her a plate and her glass as she laughed at my. ..!' I shuddered and tried to crawl away, Bruce had left the table and his penis was rock hard again. As I tried to crawl to my clothes, Bruce stepped between me and them. I looked up at a naked Bruce stroking his rigid penis, I tried to speak but only a squawking sound left my throat. Bruce laughed and said to Charlie '...you fuck the bitches throat so hard he can't talk...' Charlie sitting on the bench mumbled '...the bitch ain't supposed to talk, just take dick...' Bruce looked down at me. I find she likes the tongue around the areola and then gently lick the nipple. I blow gently, nipples get hard as a rock. In my mouth and nipples soften up some. Over and over. I turn her over on her belly. Her plump ass stick up and ZI lay on top of her. Soft skin and nice feeling under me. I kiss her neck and down her back slowly. AS I kiss her back I massage her ass cheeks. This turns her on, she pushes up to me and starts cooing. Soft moans and I hear yes, yes yes. I move downward and hit. The Nazis were way ahead of everyone else inall manner of fields, so why not in this area too? At the end of the first instalment I posted here I wrote: "please notethat I never start a story without knowing what the final scene will be,and this is no exception. It will end with a confrontation between myprotagonist and a famous, real-life American. In fact I've alreadywritten that scene." I had to amend it a bit, but what you read at theend of the previous instalment is essentially the same.