Yes

My attacker’s grip on me loosens with a deafening metallic clang, and he falls off of me and onto the floor. I pull my skirt up and turn around to see Clarke holding a cast iron skillet, with the old man behind him.

When I catch his eyes dropping to my chest I angrily cross my arms over my tits and glare at him.

“Why did you wait so long?” I ask.

“That was the first good chance I had!” He argues.

I jab him in the chest with my finger. “I trust you and you almost let him fuck me!”

I gasp and cover myself back up when I realize that I exposed myself again and catch his eyes creeping back down.

“And stop looking at my… my…”

“Tits?”

“Da! Stop all looking at tit now!”

“It’s not like I’ve never seen a woman naked before!”

I pout at him, and he sighs before turning around and starting to pull the boots off our **** guest.

“I couldn’t help it.” He says, moving onto the pants. “I’ve never seen a foreign woman like that before… you’re just so… exotic.”

“Well you finally get look at hot Russian girl.” I tell him, recovering my bra and starting to put it on. “Next time you play bait, and I hit man in head with cooking pan.”

The old man grabs the fascist by his feet and drags him out of the room

“I don’t think that would work. We’d need a homosexual nazi for that.”

“Kho-mo-syecks-yiu-al.” I sound out slowly.

“Close enough.” He says. “Alright, I’m gonna get changed.”

Clarke stands by the door silently for a few moments.

“No.” I argue. “You see me, I see you.”

“I guess that’s fair.” He says and looks up at me. His eyebrows and his mouth cock slightly.

I sit up on the bed, still in my bra and watch him eagerly as he unbuttons his shirt and pulls it off. My eyes gleefully run up and down his muscles.

“Are you blushing?” He asks me.

“No!” I defend. “I just never see foreign man either.”

“What about him?” He asks, pointing with his thumb over his shoulder.

“Fuck him. I never see foreign man that I like before.”

Clarke seems **** to remove his pants.

“What you waiting for, cowboy?” I ask. “They don’t wear brown pants in Wehrmacht.”

“Alright.” He says nervously and unbuckles his belt, before undoing his top button and inching his way down.

My eyes pop wide open when I see his huge cock print against his leg. It’s evident that he has a raging hard on.

“What is that?” I tease him. “Did you bring extra artillery cannon in pants?”

“Yes, Tatya. It’s part of the lend lease program.” He tells me with a wink.

“So.” He offers. “Before we get back to work, do you want to try it out?”