As we leave, we climb into the car. you look great in your dress that shows off the gift your mama blessed you with. we hit the road you spread your l...egs and show me that you are not wearing any panties. I want to be bad tonight Poppa! i slide my hand up those lovely legs and you tense up. i feel the heat coming from you. you lean over and begin to kiss me softly on the neck as you whisper i want you so bad Poppa! i reach your wetness and gently stroke the softness of the lips and feel your. .. except...” I dribbled to a halt, my throat constricting.Ginnie stroked my hand. “Except?”“At the opera reception, do you remember a tall greying, man talking to me?”“Ummm – vaguely.”“That was Col’s father – Oberstleutnant Schmidt, second in command of the Leipzig Stasi office.” I fought a breath against the constriction in my chest. “Fräulein Hartmann introduced me to him, I think because of my interest in the Physics department of the University. He must have had me investigated and found. When the wax became dry, I would lickthe leather again, enjoying the sensual feeling of my tongue gliding overthe boot. As the gloss on my boots began to grow, so did my excitement. I foundmyself licking the boots more than polishing. Once I had finished shiningthe boots I would get off by softly rubbing the boot against my crotch. Mycock was usually pretty hard already from the excitement of licking theboot, but the feel of that boot toe on my cock was pure ecstasy. I alwaystried to stop. If Mandy was in the mind state I was sure she was in, then clothes would only slow things down. There were three other doors in the hallway and no signs of anyone else in the house.The first door opened to a bathroom that was in desperate need of cleaning. I checked the shower anyway to make sure no one was hiding behind the curtain. Nothing. The next door led to another bedroom, though less furnished than the one Mom and Monique were in. Again, nothing.The last door was locked. The door knob.