I asked if she wanted to meet up with him with me or on her own but she said with you ASAP and so I set up a meeting with him during the day as he was...in our area the following Monday afternoon.We met at a bar not far from a secluded country park that I knew would be quite and I think she knew what and where I had in mind.She dressed in a smart black suit with a slit up the side of her skirt,a two button jacket that showed her snaty cleavage off with stockings and a snaty black bra and thong. He counted nine guys lined up and ready to go and knew a few more would be joining them as the afternoon wore on. They were lined up against a huge boulder away from the water, about twenty feet back from where Michael lay with his dick still in Marias cunt. He signaled the guys to wait just a minute then sucked good and hard on the tit in his mouth and grabbed both of them, and gave each a good suck before telling Maria to wake up because he had a surprise for her. She looked at him, eyes half. There was no toilet, but there was a hole, an open shower and a hose. There was also a couch and an old TV and VCR along with some old stereo equipment. In one corner was a workshop with a full set of tools and shovels and rakes was in another. In the far corner there was another room, windowless and locked.“What’s in there Mom?” I asked, pointing.“Nothing, er, I don’t know, it was your fathers,” she stammered. “ I don’t have the key, don’t go in there.”“This looks like a great place for a game. He'llprobably drink a whole case of our best Bordeau without blinking."The idea of meeting a young captain was unsettling and a little excitingat the same time. He slipped out of his skirt and slowly unbuttoned hisblouse. Yes, he would wear his favourite dress with proper silkstockings. That would put him in the mood. For Schubert, or for making animpression on a German officer, he asked himself as he rolled thestockings up his legs and attached them to the suspenders. Next the creamsilk slip.