Fantasizing about her and the feeling of her panties made me cum in short order. I made sure to get the vast majority of it on her panties. I took one...last photo of her panties covered in my cum.I had to let her know how she made me feel! I took out the memory card and printed out the photos I took for the day. Watching them come out of the printer I finally knew what to do. I grabbed an envelope and printed out her address on it.In the pictures went, making sure her panties covered in my cum. I moved across the room, the quick click of my heels on the wooden floor matching the fast beat of my pounding heart. With trembling hands, I smoothed out the white apron that she had me wear and distantly hoped that the thick seams of my sheer pantyhose were perfectly aligned, a fussy little detail that Miss Ford insisted that I get right.She sat back in her chair and crossed her legs. The soft swish of her nylon stockings sounded impossibly loud in the silent room."I'm going to ask you once. Nothing I could do, right? One man, with no more than six shots and a handful of loose rounds? There was a single voice then. That voice of authority I knew too well. The old man. I heard him trying to use incredibly guttural Italian, then a word or two in English. Then he spoke even a few in German. But they were not words he knew the meaning of. Stupid, out of context, or meaningless words to try and speak with, but he wastrying none-the-less to talk to the Fritz commander. Trying to stop. Her moans started getting louder and longer, and I told her I was about to cum. As I began to shoot load after load into her pussy, she was screaming in pleasure at the top of her lungs, and she began to cum as well. After we both came, she reached over, took the vibrator out of my ass, and lay on top of me, my now flaccid dick still inside her throbbing pussy. We both lay there, sweaty and tired. I woke up later and she was gone, out to dinner with her friends is what the note she left said..