Having cleared a path they took her out of the door andbundled her into the back of a military police van. Two SS soldiers sat oppositeher leering at ...her legs and breasts. Then one of them looked into her eyesand smiled. She thought for one stupid moment that he was showing a glimpseof humanity, but then shivered with fright as he tauntingly drew his fingeracross his throat and laughed. And now here she was, awaiting her fate in a cold office of Gestapo headquarters,a sinister grey stone. Now about Lakshmi, she was 46 when I met her. She had such sexiness. She oozed sex from her eyes, from her lips, her ways , her sways. She is 5.5 ft tall, about 60 kilos, very light flab on her belly, very firm ass, dark wheatish complexion. Her hair was till her mid back well-trimmed, thick and graceful. You might have noticed, am a little hair fetish, if you can call that. She was awesome her eyes had something, she had that fire, which still burns today. Lakshmi owned a beauty parlour and. His chest was wide, showing that he was not a stranger to the physical training. His face was sharp was adorned with a beard. While in his forties he was already – due to many concerns - gray-haired. But the first thing that broth attention to him was the crown that he was wearing.The king, sitting on the throne, made no move to catch the now unconscious, sorceress. His ‘sword’ was already caught but the last conscious woman in the room.The slender red-haired woman, the ‘thief’ of the group,. "But she won't let me have sex with you if you opt out now." I stared at her for a few heartbeats. Then, taking the back of her neck and hair into my other hand, I kissed her. I hadn't kissed anyone but John like this since we were married. Hadn't kissed John like this in years. Not a tentative first-time kiss, this was a hungry aroused deep lovers' kiss. Breathless, we stopped again, locked eyes, and knew we both wanted this. "I'm glad she called me instead of someone you didn't know," she.