. no time for that right now ... later I’ll have time to fantasize about Robbie’s gorgeous dick pounding my cervix. I put on some jeans, a blouse ...nd my silver Gladiator sandals and headed for the office.It was after 5 pm so there were few employees still in the business office. I walked up to my office and looked at the sign “Deanna Ingram, VP of Marketing” and wondered if it was all worth the headaches and lack of a home life. I rummaged through my mail and turned on my computer. As I was. What that says about me is up for debate. It was the only way that I was able to keep the 'superman pants' I grew up with in my adult life. As it was, I collected different kinds ofboxers and wore each of them on different occasions.It was a week before Christmas. I received a strange pair of boxer shorts left outside my door. The box read: "Don't open me at Christmas, open me now!" Who could have given them to me? A giflfriend? A secretlover? Who? Curious as to my mysery benefactor, I opened. The American G2 office was running a skeleton crew because everything was quiet on the Western Front and they could resume the war after the holidays to chase the Nazi bastards back to their lair in Berlin if the Russians didn’t get there first.Meanwhile, the German Wehrmacht had assembled an assault force of almost a half million men and almost one thousand tanks to attack the allied positions at their weakest point and drive a wedge into the allied attack aimed at Berlin itself. The entire. 'A blindfold, what is that for ? I have seen your cock plenty of times, why this now?''Quiet baby, or you will scare our guest away'.I froze, someone was here, why was someone here ?'Guest, what do you mean guest ? What have you done, what is going on?''Shhhh, everything is going to be ok, you are going to enjoy this, I am sure'.He fastened the blindfold over my eyes and told me to lie on the bed, telling me to pull up my legs and let them fall apart, he wanted to see my wet pussy, dripping.'Be.