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world. Constance lay over the top of Adele, and the woman quickly dug her slim ankles into the girl’s lush buttocks and coiled her lithe arms around the girl’s curved back. Sealing the sexual deal tight.
    Constance was ensnared like a curvaceous, big-winged fly in a Red Widow’s web of sex, lies, and betrayal.
    Adele kissed the girl, hard, digging her nails into Constance’s back and her heels into Constance’s butt. Constance kissed back, just as hard, no other option left to her now. The questioning had been suspended, the loving at hand. My eyeball and body burned, the one shooting daggers, the other surging desire.
    ‘Fuck me! Fuck me!’ Adele hissed between kisses.
    Constance arched her bum up, and Adele plunged a hand down, grabbed onto the dangling dong and jammed the curved tip into her wet, wanting pussy. Then she kicked Constance’s rigged bottom back down, slamming the dildo home in her cunt.
    ‘Yes!’ the woman screamed, hugging Constance like they were a pair of Russian dancing bears.
    Constance did her part, for country and cunt. She pumped her hooked hips, pistoning the dildo back and forth in Adele’s pussy. The girl’s buttocks clenched and shuddered divinely, white hills that rippled with erotic emotion and power. The bed creaked and the women moaned, breasts and bodies and mouths melding together; Constance humping juiced-up cunt with mounted plastic dildo and getting the leather platform blowback on her own sodden pussy.
    It was too much for any super-patriotic, super-sexed Lesbian-American to watch any longer. Things had gone too far in the dirty name of espionage. Communist fulfilment was out of the question – on my voyeur. I had to halt the impassioned proceedings before they went nuclear, escalated to Def-Come 1, and all.
    I tore my sticky form off the wall and burst out of Room 18 and into Room 17. The cavalry to the rescue of a damsel in harness.
    ‘Freeze!’ I wailed, booting the door open and drawing Constance’s .22 out of the back of my panties, pointing the business end at the pleasurous pair.
    The women yanked their mouths apart and twisted their heads around and gaped at me. I thought I spotted a twinkle of relief in Constance’s glassy blue orbs. I know I saw a storm of hatred spring up in Adele’s slitted grey glims. The fucking had ceased. The Cold War had gone cold again.
    ‘What the hell are you doing here!?’ Adele railed.
    I pursed a smile of triumph. ‘Saving the virtue of my country,’ I smugged.
    Then I gestured with the gun muzzle at Constance. ‘You can get up now, sweetheart. You’ve done your patriotic duty – below and beyond the call.’
    Constance scrambled up off Adele, her dildo gliding out of the woman’s pussy despite Adele’s frantic pelvic convulsing. The girl’s breasts bounced gleefully as she bounded back over to my side.
    ‘You’re making a big mistake, Megan!’ Adele rasped. ‘You don’t know what you’re –’
    ‘Stick a vodka cork in it, Mama Khrushchev! No one’s listening to your line of propaganda any more.’ I gestured again with the blue-steel pacifier. ‘Off the bed and against the wall. You’re going to see a show now, but you’re not going to play any role in it. You’ve been sidelined like the Berlin Blockade, buster.’
    Adele let out a venomous hiss and slithered off the bed, stalked over to the wall with my body prints on the other side.
    ‘Get that harness off,’ I said to Constance. ‘That’s no way to treat another lady. We’re going to finish this scene without the aid of apparatus, just girls glued together.’
    Constance beamed and unstrapped the dripping dildo, let it and the leather straps drop. Her panties were plastered to her pussy. It took the both of us to roll the soaking pair off. Then I stripped off my suit jacket, tie, shirt, pants, panties, and shoes, with the aid of Constance. Until I was bare-naked except for the handheld shooting hardware.
    We took up position on the bed –