She was stunned. Based on her countenance, I was sure that she had learned only French in the high school. In this country it was worth as much as the cackling in a stuffed goose neck.
I saw I had impressed her with my German knowledge. Unfortunately, that was almost everything I knew in German. I had learned it from Veronica, the Bavarian trainer sergeant, who was a typical representative of her species. She was blonde, blue-eyed and a perverted animal. She manacled me to the radiator. But she made a mistake. She left my hands in front. By the time she pulled off my jeans, the handcuffs had been opened and clicked around her wrists. The difference was that she had not a spare key, and her hands were captured behind. She did not prize the role reversal but she could not protest. I tied her mouth. With her own thong. Considering her size, it was not a big challenge. As I said, she was a Bavarian girl. A bowling ball could be carried in her bra. She did bench press with two hundred and forty pounds. In series. When I finally released her, she had already subsided, but her revenge was still sweet. After that for a few days, I felt as if I was squeezed in a vice – at the groin region. Later she confessed that she had been neglecting intimate gymnastics for a week; and after that too, she could play with just one pound weight geisha balls – and only with two at the same time. However, on the last night, we said goodbye to each other. That was quite romantic. On that night, she had told me those sentences