So, my pretty French tart, my bed, or the concentration camp?”
“Your bed, major; I don’t want to die
POV. ”
Then she released her grip and stepped back in front of me again, and reached across to my bed to produce a pen from her jacket pocket.
. …how long have I wanted to do this? It doesn’t matter I’m doing it now. She worked my erection like she was hungry for it
So, my pretty French tart, my bed, or the concentration camp?”
“Your bed, major; I don’t want to die
POV. ”
Then she released her grip and stepped back in front of me again, and reached across to my bed to produce a pen from her jacket pocket.
. …how long have I wanted to do this? It doesn’t matter I’m doing it now. She worked my erection like she was hungry for it
So, my pretty French tart, my bed, or the concentration camp?”
“Your bed, major; I don’t want to die
POV. ”
Then she released her grip and stepped back in front of me again, and reached across to my bed to produce a pen from her jacket pocket.
. …how long have I wanted to do this? It doesn’t matter I’m doing it now. She worked my erection like she was hungry for it
