Jason could care less.Working in the Concentration Camps of pre-war Germany, inured him to human suffering. That he was a trifle mad worked to his ben...fit. No pity and a sociopathic outlook allowed him to experiment. Free rein from Herr Hitler assured no complaints from his staff.Eventually, the handwriting on the wall said, "The Third Reich has failed. Get out while you can."In 1943, confiscated wealth and loyal underlings transferred Jason from Germany by U-Boat to the coast off Rye, New. Milena got my pants open but rather than go straight for the goods, she stepped back, grabbed the ends of my leg openings and pulled. I lifted my hips and she tugged off my pants. She smiled at me, felt the pockets of my pants, and pulled out my Fetish. "What's this?" she asked.I didn't know how to answer or whether this was part of Jordan's plan.Milena dropped my pants, walked closer, pressed her thighs between mine, and held my Fetish out to me. "Put it on. I want to see what it looks like on. You want to rut in public, to have your breasts exposed, your pussy exposed, your ass for all to see. You want to please Thomas, to put on the best show ever seen by his buddies, to see their hardening cocks in their jeans. to see their stiff pricks leaking pre-cum as they circle your naked body wanting to place their manhood in your hot mouth, hotter cunt, and even hotter ass. To gasp as Thomas pulls off your boots and rips off your dress. Your new boyshorts are soaked through with your. "This is where you're going to stay for a few days." Commander Kennedy walked over to a little kitchenette. He returned with some tissues. "Wipe your eyes." He pointed behind Michael to the left. "The bathroom is behind you. The microwave will provide you with any finger foods or nonalcoholic beverage you ask for. There is a sink to rinse items in and all the garbage goes into the recycle drop."Michael looked over and scanned the kitchenette. He identified the microwave and the door with the.