“No!” she said. She was not very good at being a resistance member. XXX She shook so much when Schultz and Libermann walked past her that they had to ask what was wrong. I decided her mass of black pubic hair would have to go, and the hair under her arms. I had my own headquarters. Life was boring for an ambitious SS officer such as myself stuck in a small town in France in 1943, but it was better than fighting on the Eastern Front, and it had its compensations. Nothing to do. Not a spy radio, a telefunken bought on the black market. She mewed with pleasure, “Bastard,” she whispered, “Why do you make me feel so good?”
“SS Training,” I whispered, “Now cum my darling.”
It felt too good, I didn’t want it to end as I pounded into her sweet young pussy.
