Andman's face turned away from mine, and his head was thrown back in a graceful arc from chin to neck.
One arm bound my waist, and the other unzipped my trousers.
He rubbed my lower body through the fabric, his voice full of sarcasm: "Look, you have a reaction too."
I have liked Andymond for so many years, and I have liked Andymond since I was a student. We are close to each other physically, and I can even feel the heat of his body under his clothes.
The teasing of Andemon's fingers was very light, and he indifferently let go after giving it vaguely. Blood rushed all the way to the top of the head. I want to overwhelm him desperately, tear his clothes off, and enter his deepest part. Fortunately, I am sane.
I raised my knee and kicked him in the lower abdomen, and broke free, with a vague voice: "I'm leaving. If you want to do it next time, separate your legs first, and I will accompany you at any time."
I kicked very hard, Andermeng didn't take precautions, his face turned pale, and his body arched.
I saw him clutching his stomach, flustered, walked to the door and turned back: "Shall I call the doctor?"
Andemon raised his head, he was smiling: "When you are in love with Arnold, you should tell me. He has played with many women, and I know he won't mind if I treat you like this."
I stood in front of him defenseless. He suddenly stood up from the chair, almost neatly put me down on the dining table. I tried to punch him and he grabbed my hand and twisted it behind my back. We fought face to face. The half-assembled decryption machine was pushed to the other end of the long table, and the dinner plate and coffee cup fell to the ground, shattering into pieces of porcelain.
I was no match for him. In the end, I was crushed on the long dining table, with my hands raised above my head and fixed.
Andmon looked down at me with a cold face, holding his gun to my chin.
"Do as I say, Ellen. Spread the legs."
"You're crazy," I said.
Andmon nodded approvingly: "Yes, I'm crazy, Allen."
He unfastened the belt of my trousers, slipped the pistol in, and parted my legs.
"Lift up," he said.
I didn't dare to move, the muscles in my whole body were almost stiff, for fear that the gun might go off if I moved it.
The trousers were pulled down to below the knees, exposing the skin to the cold winter air.
Andrew leaned over to look at me. At the end of the long dining table is a tall domed window, and when he leaned over to look at me, his body was dazzled golden by the light. The sunlight was so dazzling that I had to close my eyes.
His voice lingered in my ears: "Allen, it's not that I want to marry Lina, I must marry her. I bought myself to General Selman."
He asked softly, "Are you and Arnold happy?"
"He gives me more time than you give me," I said.
Andemon sneered, and unbuttoned my coat and shirt one by one. The tactile feel of the barrel slides from the chest to the lower abdomen, and then rests on the waistline.
"I begged you to wait for me."
"I never promised to wait for you."
"Well, you didn't." He agreed: "But I told you, leaving me doesn't mean you can find another man. You were much more enthusiastic when you chased me than now."
"Wait until you get married?" I laughed, "I might as well wait until Arnold doesn't bother."
"Alan, how innocent do you think he is? He is the handler of the Intelligence Agency, and his predecessor was the one who dealt with your father and mother. He is likely to be the one who will deal with you in the future. I wish you happiness." He pointed the gun The tube rests on my chin and one hand holds my cock through the panties. The touch and rub of his fingertips made me short of breath. The feeling of teasing and not giving was crazy, and my whole body tensed up.
If it wasn't for that gun, I'd stand up right away and fight him again, maybe he's the one who's under.
"Separate your legs a little further and wrap them around my waist."
"If I'm not with Arnold, will you leave Miss Linna?"
Andrew was stunned.
I shook my head: "I was still in Cambridge. When you agreed to try to fall in love with me, you knew that you would marry the daughter of someone in power. You know we will never be together, why do you want me to wait for you?" ? You haven't taken my feelings seriously, why ask me to be serious?"
He didn't answer, he just pushed the gun hard and focused on teasing me.
Essentially, it's a madness without logic that just makes me miserable. After this he will marry Miss Linna, walk out of my life and never look back. Since he wasn't serious in the first place, why is he making me miserable now
His voice became hoarse: "Say you love me, Alan."
My mind was in chaos and my body was on fire.
I heard myself groan|groaning eagerly, and even the slightest sensation of his shirt rubbing against my flesh felt like temptation.
I heard myself say, "I love you."
Andmon's dark blue eyes were bent, his eyelashes drooped, and he rested his chin on the socket of my shoulder.
"I love you too, Ellen."
It was evening, and then night fell. The bright red sunlight dyed the oak table in the private dining room on the second floor blood red, and then gradually faded away.
I don't remember how many times we did it at the dinner table, and then he picked me up and did it again against the glass window.
It is he who enters me.
Andemon's movements were not gentle, and there was a tearing pain when he was first entered. But he kept kissing my back, as if trying to comfort me.
At first, he held the gun against my chin, but then the gun was thrown aside, and his sanity was destroyed. In the extreme pleasure, my legs actively wrapped around his waist. He pulled my legs apart and continued in another position. I tried not to notice the shameful milky fluid on my body.
When it was all over, I couldn't stand still, and my legs were shaking. Andemont supported me, wrapped me in his own overcoat, half supported me, half hugged me, and forcibly walked downstairs.
"Ellen, I want to show you something."
There is a small cinema room on the first floor.
Everyone is off work, and the lights in the corridor are off. Andemon hugged me and pushed open the door of the projection room.
There are three empty rows of seats in the small room, with a white screen on the front wall.
Andremon put me in the last row and went to the front to turn on the projector.
The white screen is suddenly filled with light and shadow, it is the streets of Berlin, bustling with people.
German suddenly filled the room.
Andmon pressed pause, and the camera froze on a phone booth outside a government agency.
He zoomed in on the picture, it was a wooden telephone booth with pedestrians in twos and threes beside it.
Through the glass of the phone booth, I saw the woman on the phone.
The video is old and the picture quality is not good. This is a middle-aged woman, unexpectedly, the years have hardly left too many marks on her face. Her face is still gentle and beautiful. Zooming in, I could vaguely see her gray-blue eyes and long brown curly hair. It was summer, and she was wearing a short suit and a briefcase, anxiously waiting for a call to come in. After waiting for a while she seemed to give up and started picking up the receiver to make calls.
The screen suddenly shook violently, and a sharp gunshot pierced the air.
The camera, stained red with blood, wobbled and turned to the cloudless sky.
Andmond hugged my shoulder from behind: "This is the picture our agents took from Berlin two years ago. The camera was mounted on his tie. He was shot, but we successfully recovered the tie. "
Fragments of starlight came in from the window and fell on the empty seat next to me.
I covered my face and said in pain, "No, it's just a similar look. It's a coincidence. My mother is dead."
Andrea kissed my bare|exposed neck.
"Alan, I will not admit my mistake, and neither will you. This is Mrs. Custer. She is still alive and working for Berlin."
I heard him sigh behind me: "That's why I don't want you in MI6."
My mother is still alive, she did not die in the fire fifteen years ago. She betrayed the organization and kept in touch with the Nazis.
I don't know whether to be happy or painful.
I just keep repeating over and over, it's not her, it's not her, it's not her, she loves England.
"I've checked the handling records of the year. The apartment where Mr. and Mrs. Custer lived was burned down to the point of collapse. Our people judged them dead, but no bodies were seen." Andemond's voice was very clear in the darkness: "C Impossible to really trust you, I tried to push you out of all this, but you came back by yourself."
I asked desperately, "Is it too late to quit now?"
His voice was cruel and soft: "It was too late, the General Administration already knew. I suppressed this information for nearly three years for you, and other information deciphered by the 'mystery' involved this matter. Because of suppressing it, I accept Three months of scrutiny and almost losing the trust of Whitehall because of it."
He hugged my shoulder with great strength, and I was very uncomfortable.
"These three months have been hell, but don't feel guilty, Alan. You have paid me with your flesh. If you really want to, then you will be transferred to the first office tomorrow."
Anderson knew this information when we first met. He decisively proposed to break up with me, telling me that he didn't trust me.
He really can't trust me.
It's not that he doesn't love me, it's that he can't love me.
It was I who persisted in chasing him and walked into his life again and again.