The canteen manager at work is in her late thirties and probably quite a looker if she made an effort.She had a nice pair of big tits which was good e...ough for me.I saw her waiting by the bus stop one day and pulled over,asking her if she wanted a lift.She got in and we fell into conversation.After a while i remarked on how sociable she was.'Normally your a miserable bitch.Certainly you are at work'.'You cheeky bastard' she said.'Sorry,but thats the impression you give over.I find you. I was embarrassed, but she said it was a compliment from me to her and placed her wet Red Lips on the wet spot to show her appreciation as I felt her tongue press and roll around the wetness. When she removed her Mouth, there was an outline of her Lips on my undershorts.She looked up, winked and pulled my shorts down to my ankles as my prick poked straight out as hard as ever. She licked my cock from one end to the other then put the hard shaft down her throat closing her Red Lips tighter. I held his ass tight as he started rubbing his cock up and down against my stomach; its tip was wet and I could feel it sliding neatly on my flesh. My tits brushed rhythmically against the hair of Phil's beautiful chest; I felt my hard nipples getting harder as my cunt throbbed to be fucked. Phil wasn't going to rush it, though -- he had a gorgeous model and he was going to fuck her for all she was worth -- slow and strong.Phil's mouth slid away from mine; I felt him inching his body slowly up. Could you give me some of thebackground, as far as you know it?"Colonel Fitzgerald looked up at the stained cracked ceiling, searchingfor the right words, keeping his voice under control. "This site, thisconcentration camp, was one of many used by the Nazis to house theirenemies, or perceived enemies, or those who didn't fit into their twistedracial schemes. We knew these places existed, but the size and number ofthem has just appalled us all. God knows what other foulness we willunearth.