And fuck! We had read through the rest of 1943, amazed that my father, Mr. conservative, had virtually fucked his way across England, and after the in...asion of June 6, 1944, had continued to follow his cock across the French countryside, liberating countless girls from the heavy foot of their German occupiers and introducing them to ‘le Coq Americain‘. After a particularly hot session where she put on a peasant blouse and I donned my old army uniform, Maria and I settled down again to reading. My uncle dismissed me to show him his quarters and meet my new slave as he put it. I stepped down and walked into the kitchen motioning for him to follow me. He walked after me into the kitchen. When we entered the kitchen I turned around and asked him his name. He spoke in an outgoing tone Im Merrick, Im 17, and I am happy I get to serve you and not his majesty. I giggled asking him Why is that? Oh, by the way, If you ever need anything ask. ok? He smiled at me I think its because he is a. “Olivia.”“I’m Susanna.”“Hi Susanna, so are we heading to your hotel or what?”I don’t answer, instead turn the wheel to drive down an alleyway and park up in front of a locked and deserted factory.“Let’s go,” I tell her, opening my door and getting out. I stand and stretch, arching my back with my hands above my head. My breasts pushed out,my nipples hardening underneath my t-shirt at the sight of the young woman now standing in front of me.I rest my butt on the bonnet of the car. My legs spread. Her hands were above her head cuffed at the wrists and were bound together, held to a chain that hung from the top of the metal frame. A velvet purple looking cloth was draped at her knees, not for comfort as she wasn’t kneeling on it, but more for artistic sake. She was hooded, oblivious with sights or the sounds around her, but not to the patrons feeling up her body, closely scrutinizing her as she writhed slightly to the examination.As I approached her, the patrons moved on to the next ‘lot’.