“Oh my God, do you have your own Batcave? He stands up, and Franziska says, “Wait, let me help you.”
She unzips his pants and pulls them down. Sex Harder! “One.”
Johanna says, “Really swing out!”
“Two.”
Franziska clenches her fists, grimaces, struggling to remain standing straight. In the center of the floor is a large, carved basalt block, its base leads into the ground. How glad Johanna is not to have ended up here. It seems it will only work in the dark. The two can’t stop laughing. Marie kneels next to Sören, caressing his body. Bought her somewhere? Plus, she’ll need much more Vril. It’s the least we can do to actually do what we’re about to get caught for.”
They sit in a circle on the floor. Johanna writhes beneath her as she works her love tunnel intensely. “It was actually a thing between Lisa and Michael. Anna grins, “Yeah, you can say that out loud. Thomas orders her, “Get up, bend over that crate there.”
Monika, having exhausted all resistance, willingly bends over the crate. She pulls down the man’s shorts. “Of course, whatever you need.”
Meeting in the Club House
Next Friday, Anna, Sarah, Marie, and Franziska meet at the clubhouse.
