Lisle had to swallow a few times to manage a purr.  It was hard to maintain that while following the other command, but it was obvious she was doing her best.  Soft tongue-taps pressed against Gerlinde's skin, tasting the salt of sweat and the rhythm of her heartbeat.  The nips were even more carefully executed, using lips and avoiding anything that could be construed as dangerous.<br/><br/>It was terrible and intimate.  If she had been told a week ago that she would be so close to a member of the Reich, she would have laughed and talked about tearing out the other's throat with her teeth - teeth that were carefully sheathed behind soft lips now.  If she had been told that she would be impaled with a woman's cock in front and a woman's hand in back, she would have slapped the doom-sayer at the very least.<br/><br/>But that was what was happening, and Lisle wasn't putting up a fight.  Not any more.