You cable down to the corrugated iron roof and land silently. You creep over to the hatch and let yourself in. Madam Reich probably hadn't planned for such an event. You rarely fought her, after all. You come out on a catwalk, overlooking Reich's operation.
She's set up a bed, as well as a chair and a tv. There's also a table where she seems to be preparing some sort of explosive weapons. It's good I got here, you think, she looks almost finished. The Nazi bombshell comes into sight, and you get a good look at her with your advanced vision.
She's wearing, as per usual, a leather SS uniform that could have been painted onto her body, as tight as it is. A few buttons on the jacket are undone, allowing you to get a good look at the busty female's cleavage. The leather trousers are just as tight. You can see absolutely everything as she walks around. She swaggers around in a pair of jackboots that go up over her knees. They look like she could crush your head with them if the notion pleased her.
Reich herself was a fairly attractive young woman, with raven hair, angular, hawklike features and just a hint of dark make-up.
As you ogled her big boots, you found a certain part of yourself growing rock hard over the nazi. You'd do anything to get a few licks of that shoe leather.
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