My breathing is becoming ragged. I need to come again… “What’s wrong with you? You sound out of breath?” he asks. “I’m fine!” I say as... it dies again. “Call me again!” “Call you again, why?” he asks. “And, may I ask why you are all out of breath?” “Just call. Your voice is driving me crazy!” I finally pull my soaking wet panties aside and, as he calls again, I place the vibrating phone right in front of my pussy. Damn this is hot I think to myself as I pull the thin fabric over it to hold. The loss of the Russian oil fields meant that the Nazi war machine had to find alternative sources of energy and they were already cruising on the edge of disaster with their shortfalls in almost every sector.Greta was a key to keeping the project on track. The silly cunt had fallen into a trap of hiding a fugitive from the Eastern Front in her apartment. He went under the name of "Eric" but he was no ordinary deserter in a time of way. In fact, he was an agent of British Intelligence working. Luna had brighter pubic hair then the other girls Harry hat been and he found himself staring at her shocked to silence by her behaviour.Luna didn’t seem to notice though or just didn’t care because she continued undressing by slipping out of her t-shirt. Luna was a slender girl and didn’t have very large breasts but Harry found that they suited her figure and that she was very attractive. Luna pulled the straps that went around her shoulders down and spun her bra around so that the fastening. Those filthy dogmatic do-gooders were doing nothing but getting in the way.Her manservant Eyegor waddled into the the throne room, nonchalantly ignoring the fact that his queen was forcing a slave girl to eat her out."Mistress Malicia, we've finished the report that you requested concerning the secret identities of the Rangers."Malicia perked up in her chair and shoved the slave girl's face further into her snatch. "Pray tell, my good man." Very well, my Queen." The wall of the throne room lit.