Baggy though the clothes are, Gerda is adept at demonstrating to the Leutnant that there is a woman's body inside.'What am I doing?' she asks herself,... 'I'm a married woman.' However the thrill she feels through her body during this little game is overriding her sense of morality. She looks at the young officer once more. Notes his brimmed hat with one side pinned to the crown, his buttoned-up military jacket and cavalry trousers tucked into high boots. Such a man of action! A brave warrior of. Over the kitchen table while dinner burned. Latent imprints in my memory of your stubble in the crook of my neck, your thick erection pressing against me, your warm hands massaging my breasts just like I'm doing through the thin, grey pullover. I want to show you what's going through my head. How much I need you. How much I miss you tonight. This is my way. I've flipped the camera's LCD back on itself, jutting from the side of the machine. I can see the room's front door framing me, the master. She then took one of Janey's ankles and lifted it straight forward and up. The higher she lifted without resistance, the more excited she got. They didn't have cheerleaders in the old country, apparently. Janey's foot pointed straight up in a vertical split."EEE. You sure no training? Impossible!" she exclaimed.The first leg was lowered and the other leg's flexibility was tested with the same results. Then she fastened a long strap hanging from the ceiling around Janey's ankle and lifted her. I remembered this popular club that had decent drinks and a dance floor that I can shake my ass off, if I needed to. That Saturday night I decided to 'go unwind'. I got dolled up and sexified in a short black dress with the back cut out, the type that accentuates my curves and the front cut just low for my lovely Size D cups to show. Paired that off with some black pumps with straps around my ankles. I was dressed to kill and all I wanted to do was kill some drinks and feel the music as I get.