He wondered if the Ambassador was OK. Hell! He wondered how anyone could have survived the nightly bombing raids of the Russians and Germans.- and yet... the people of London "soldiered on". He wondered how the bomber pilots aimed for their targets now that St. Paul's was a pile of rubble. Follow the river up to London and look for the white dome of the cathedral — that's what the Germans had done. "What do the bloody Reds do?" He wondered.Suddenly he was at the bottom of the stairs. He waited —. My legs wrapped around his waist and attempted to pull him into me, but he didn’t budge. He grabbed my legs and pulled them apart, holding his dick barely inside of me. “Tell me what you want!” he demanded. “FUCK ME!” I exclaimed back “For someone who wants to get fucked so badly, you disappeared for quite a while. You aren’t going to do that again are you?” “No. Now fuck me!” “No, you need to say it. Say you’ll never keep me waiting for this pussy again; then I’ll fuck you.” “I’ll never make. Chris gripped my skirt, and with one deft move, yanked it down, revealing my tiny white thong and tight little ass. He gripped each of my wrists and forced me to place my hands on the sink; one on either side. Placing his foot between my legs, he pushed them apart, causing my ass to arch higher in the air; and giving him a nice welcome target. Chris was so turned on that he didn’t even bother to take my panties off, instead he pulled them to the side, just like In the fantasy I’d had earlier.. Becoming more aggressive, I bit at her lips, and told her to remove her bra. She did as she was told, and it was then I began to realize the gold mine I had stumbled across. Sweet Priya was seemingly submissive as hell . . . Not to mention her breasts were gorgeous, and each nipple was adorned by a small gold hoop. I leaned in to take each into my mouth, tugging them further from her body with my teeth inside of the hoops as I heard her moans of appreciation. Reaching between her legs, I could.