[61] written by Nybar

You swoon. When you wake up two hours later, you are in an
underground detention center. Worse yet, you have a monster erection.
"Maybe I can help you with that." "Cripes," you think, "it's Natasha,
my deadly love interest. And yet, I do have a rather large erection..."
As she helps you with your pants, your quick, undercover mind devises a
solution to this deadly problem. She takes your pants off.

"Give me a blow-job!", you command!

"Surely dahlink, but only if joo will pleasure my haht loinS
aftah. For you see.. I am the wife of Adolf Hitler! And he is impotent
in one ball, which leaves me not getting any!"

"Ok, if only I can cum hard enough..." you think as she sucks.
"Ok, here goes." You imagine a naked italian, and the resulting
cum-river knocks her into the wall. You use your 1960's teenage,
special agent muscles to snap the urridium bondage gear you are held
captive in.

A red-velvet chair swivels around. A debonaire man sitting in it
says "Very impressive, agent-K. But next time, keep your pants on!
Now, which assignment would you like next?"

* If you respond "Let me kill Hitler!", go to [66] .
* If you respond "Let me find out who dog-napped your poodle!",
go to [67].