"You really think they would've, you know, done it to me?" the girl asked, looking away from me, hands between her knees."Likely," I said, "you're too...pretty to ignore." Been told about that, about rape I mean," she said. "Women spoke of it, back there, some of the women. Talking about Germans, they were."I nodded."Must be awful," she said. "I like swiving, but I sure wouldn't..." She stopped and looked at me, hand to her mouth.I smiled."Did I say that?" she said and laughed, tapping her heels. I hadn’t anticipated that he would’ve kept me waiting so long. I knelt; my knee’s going numb from the cold, hard, floor. My world in darkness from the blindfold; I could hear everything so much more clearly. Colleague’s voices seemed desperately close and I was terrified that someone other than my mystery man would walk through the door and discover me. When I finally heard the door open, my body froze with fear. I held my breath and waited to hear the outraged cries of someone discovering. . she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. But, with the right materials in the just the right hands, an entirely less innocent explanation could be created. And I had just the right materials at hand to do so.I finished making photocopies of a large collection of Betty's original source financial documents, particularly invoices and expenses that I knew to be fraudulent. I then paid a late visit to our office and found with little effort the matching 'original' untainted documents in. She yelped when I eased all of me to the breaking point and nestled my balls against her quivering asshole. Lynn cried as I nearly bottomed out several times but once she realized I was being careful to avoid banging her cervix, I noticed her resolve gradually disappeared. Her ankles were resting atop my shoulders. I held the underside of her ass and leaned over her body. She rested her feet on my sides, hugged me and felt both of us leave the bed.I sat on a corner of the bed and held her booty.