Gerlinde does not know that Lisle kitty is touching the sparkling seam between her breasts, and finding her cock's spice still liberally scented there.  She has no idea that Lisle kitty's face, peeking from the pile of the blanket, is flickering with lusty blushing.  She did not feel or see the stinging excitement under its drape of wet that met Lisle kitty's fingertips between her legs with a leap of sensitized flesh.<br/><br/>If she had, she would have felt a lot better.  As it was, she felt like a skinned peach - all wet and tenderness and ruddy vulnerability.  The interruption kept her tense, right down to the bone, with anticipation.  And bone was what her cock felt like - a spike of it getting the leather of her breeches' fly up and grinding on a tip about to burst like a bubble.  Everything felt skinned.<br/><br/>Gerlinde didn't blame herself for keeping Lisle pussy locked in the solid crystal of her stare the whole way to the door.  Her concern wasn't for herself.  Annoyance, yes.  Her skin was almost itchy as she tugged her field tunic over it.  Not concern.  That, she held entirely around Lisle puss.<br/><br/>She hid her cock's jut behind the angle of the door.  Cracking it, she let Kluge in.<br/><br/>He entered like a side of beef wrapped in gray wool - SS cap, stocking cap, scarf and vast jacket.  Even his boots were felt.  Gerlinde wondered again - as she had many times - why a man so obviously vast needed any help staying warm.  Then the gravity of Lisle kitty and the planetary tug of her testicles brought Gerlinde back to annoyance.<br/><br/>"Yes, Scharfuhrer."<br/><br/>Kluge shuffled in, clapping his puffy gloved hands.  Frost seemed to radiate from him like heat would from an oven.<br/><br/>"Chilly day out there!"<br/><br/>Gerlinde nearly rolled her eyes as she sauntered to the back of the couch, standing somewhat in front of the spectacle of Lisle kitty.  Kluge was drawing things out.  Whether out of politeness, or shyness, or confusion, Kluge was unwilling to state the obvious.  Gerlinde cut right to it, putting her hand on the couch so that her arm's angle hid Lisle.<br/><br/>"Looks like it could freeze fire, yes; that's the East for you - it's Hell's own chilly asshole." Gerlinde sped.  She covered her slightly bared belly with one hand.  Within, pulsations collided with the angry throbs from her cock's dying arousal, the simpering shivers of her moist pussy.  She circled her hand there, rubbing the subtle tightness.  "Speaking of which, why are you here?"<br/><br/>"Just had to do the inspections early."<br/><br/>"You could have done them outside.  You normally just knock, say 'Hello!', then move on after I say I'm alright."<br/><br/>Kluge had to remember to nod sluggishly.  Words came slower.  "Right...Well, I..."<br/><br/>"She wants to see how the birthday gift is coming along."  She - the secretary of the Kommandant.  Hicke.<br/><br/>Kluge's smile faded.  At least he was nodding smoother now.   He leaned his heavy form to the side to grasp Lisle kitty in his stare.<br/><br/>"So how's she coming along?"<br/><br/>Gerlinde sighed explosively.  Now the pulses of lust were sinking like bubbles in reverse, back to her core.  But the tightness of her body was only growing.  She imagined a noose closing about her neck, justifying its wire-stiff beat.  She didn't like being under scrutiny.  She didn't like the notion of her power being limited.  Most of all, she loathed Hicke on a personal basis.<br/><br/>And just the mention of her name reminded Gerlinde that even the air she shared privately with Lisle kitty did not really belong to her.  It could be taken back with the sound of a single word.  The fact of that hit her like an open hand on the chest.<br/><br/>"She's in process."<br/><br/>"I won't critique." Kluge stepped up and plucked at Lisle kitty's blanket.  His good humor soured instantly when exposed to the withering blue heat of her glare.  Gerlinde felt poisoned.  She knew her glare must have the same effect.  Her hand sealed the deal, clapping down on Kluge's and holding the blanket onto Lisle kitty.<br/><br/>"You won't critique because you won't see anything to critique."  Gerlinde slipped defensively nearer Lisle kitty, practically perching on the couch.<br/><br/>Kluge sank through four levels of emotion: Disappointment.  Discomfort.  Doubt.  Then despair.  A slouched and bitter despair.  The kind that was all the worse for having become rotten with advanced age.  Gerlinde recognized it as well.  She looked in the mirror often enough.  By the time Kluge was done, his mood was in the stinking troughs of his felt boots.<br/><br/>Sympathy almost touched Gerlinde.  The stiffness in her stung it to death.  Her hand held defensively over Lisle puss.<br/><br/>She didn't quite know why.  Why didn't matter here.  She would figure it out later.  For now, it was enough that she wanted it.  She held to the belief that that was enough to change the spin of the world on its axis.<br/><br/>But Kluge's tone had begging in it.  "Come on, Doc.  You know I have to see."<br/><br/>Gerlinde's glare had gone from sharp to sad by the time it settled on Lisle puss.  She held it there.  It was strong despite its softness.  Liquid with emotion but powerful; like oceans.  Her grip shifted - from Kluge's hand to the blanket.<br/><br/>"Be calm, Lisle kitty."  Gerlinde commanded.  Hard.  Because this would be hard.  She would have to be harder.<br/><br/>She drew the blanket back.