He lay down next to her on the bed caressing her breasts. He dropped the peignoir off of her shoulders. His fingers played around the hem of the camis...ole driving her into a frenzy of desire. When the teasing hit a peak he lifted the camisole off leaving just the bra on. His lips traveled down to the dip between her breasts. She sighed and relaxed into the sensations he brought. His hand slid along the sooth silk over her legs and underneath the gauze skirt. He pulled aside the thong and touched. "So, you think that Greta has been loyal and faithful to you, Herr Major? Well, I hate to be the messenger, since you won't believe me, but that's just not the truth. I made a point of spying on her myself the past month or so, and she has been involved with Fritz Mueller. That's right, you remember Fritz, don't you? He's a stubby little worm in Party brown. Evidently, however, he's well connected, especially with certain people in the Propaganda Ministry. You know how Greta is; she's just as. Robert had shown Rachel how close pain and pleasure could bleed together, and how much she’d sacrifice to ride the edge of that knife. “You okay, hon?” Marcus called out from the doorway. He turned on lights as he made his way to the living room. “Why are you sitting in the dark?”Rachel forced a smile. “Just thinking. You hungry?”“I brought home Chinese. You’re favorite. Thought you might be too tired to cook.”Rachel stood and joined Marcus in the kitchen to plate their meal. They. At first she doubted if I would not be very jealous, but admitted finally that it was an atractiv idea, because the only thought of a man staring fascinated between her wide spread thighs, already gave her shivers.Given the fact that her husband never could be a part of our adventures, we had to decide who might be a suiting candidate. Margot already had somebody in her mind.A colleague from her school, middle-aged sportiv and unmarried, lived less than a minute walkin-distance from my flat. We.