Then his eyes trailed even further down her lean, sculpted frame, till he pushed her back against the wall, his hands gripping her shoulder. His face softened a fraction when he saw the tuft of downy blonde hair covering her pussy. Kristen looked at the floor, quivering with shame and fear.
“You are blonde here as well?” Magumbo said. He took his hands off of her shoulders, and trailed the back of his left hand over her pussy, brushing it over the short, curly hairs before stepping back. Kristen sobbed softly. Turning his head, the major looked over at his other prisoner.
Erin was still standing in front of the desk and had removed all of her clothing except her powder blue, cotton panties. She was staring straight ahead at the wall behind the major’s desk.
“Do not move!” The major barked at Kristen. Erin’s eyes met his as he strode towards her. Her arms were crossed over her chest, covering her pale, white breasts.
“Your arms are to remain at your sides, until I say otherwise! And you will remove the rest of your illegal clothing this instant, do you understand?” Magumbo stood only a few inches away from the redheaded Australian.
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