"I reckon you liked this game very much.... but now it's time to leave."She was, of course, right on that, but I wondered."So how do we get rid off th...t mess we have done now?"Her look became a bit sad, disappointed."I thought you to be further than asking such silly questions. What d'yer think? We don't have paper here, no toilet, nothing... of course we have to leave as we are! That's still part of the game, d'yer understand this?"Of course I did. She didn't wait for me to answer, but picked. In October 1942 the Battle of El Alamein was fought and won by British forces. The combined German and Italian forces retreated, and I retreated with them. I had received a head wound and was taken prisoner. I must say that I was treated well and got the medical attention that I needed. I and the other prisoners were told that we would be transferred to a prisoner of war camp in Italy, but this didn’t happen. Before any transfer could be effected our North African camp was overrun and it was. Yes, yes! I gasped. Oh, fuck, please hurry, Mark! The bedroom door closed. Oh, no he was coming! Mark slammed into me once, twice. The footsteps were nearing the stairs. Then Mark was cumming inside me, his hot cum flooding my slutty cunt. The stairs creaked and I moaned as Mark yanked his cock out of me and. There was a huge grin on Marks face, and then he turned and raced for the front door. Tomorrow, my house, be naked! he shouted as he reached the door. Yes, I happily answered. Mark opened. This time when they emerged, it was by far, smoother than had been in the last 2 slips. Looking at his com he saw that it was again working though it was just barely."Cici," called Charles, "we are on approach please prepare." Yes Charles," came an almost unemotional voice, "pad 1 is open for your arrival, will that be all?" No, I want you to run a level 4 diagnostic, I want the results when I make command," Charles commanded."Compliance, level 4 is running, I will be offline when you enter.