Their hands were all over me. Grabbing my butt, my breasts, my arms, my thighs, my hair, my face. The whole time they were making little comments to e...ch other in French that I couldn't understand. I wanted to cry. Madame E unhooked my bra and removed it. Then they were grabbing at my little breasts without me having my bra.Then Ms D told me to take my panties off. I did so and they were on the floor at my feet. She told me to pick them up and hand them to Madame E. "She gets to keep those." I. They were a group of SS men who had slipped ashore from a U-Boat. Since Brazil was an Allied Country, it wasn't hard to figure out they were on a clandestine mission of some sort.However I couldn't shoot at the Germans. The main reason was that I wasn't carrying a gun. I suppose that means the secondary reasons aren't really important. After all, I was supposed to be an intelligence agent, not a one woman war on fascism. My job was to gather information to be acted upon by others.Of course none. Both intent on pleasing the other but just as ready to be pleased by the other, if that makes sense.Yes, I loved both the being lovers and being Mistress and slave times. For me, each of them had it's points I loved especially, different emotions that were triggered. But then again I loved Ann, so that might be the reason I loved both as much as I did.Now it was different. Now Ann was in charge and I felt myself getting in serving mode. And serve I did, pleasing Mistress as good as I could and. I was pushing against her and stared to kiss her passionately our tongues were flicking softly in each other’s mouths. My right hand moved down her back onto her nice big arse and pulled her closer to my crotch. I could feel her nipple with my left hand under her dress and bra and pushed her back against the wall and rubbed between her legs firmly with my right hand as I kissed her neck. She was getting very aroused and I could tell that she loved the idea of doing this with a younger man. We.