We both know what your specialhobby is. Don't we Stephen?" my mother questioned.My stomach churned. I felt a little faint. Certainly, she could not...ave known. There was no way, I was going to admit that I knew what shewas talking about. I played innocent and dumb but my stammering denialwas not very convincing.In fact, my mother laughed. "So you still want to play games withMommy? The last one we played was for 2+ years. Mommy pretended not toknow what you were doing. That incented you. The thought of being dominated by a black man and his cock made me feel excited in my inferiority. I imagined his black cock must be far bigger than my little white penis.I finally finished my work and went inside his house. I looked around for him a little bit, not daring to walk in on him if he didn’t want me to. He yelled to me, “Come on up, I’m upstairs in the room on the left.” I got so nervous I could feel butterflies in my stomach. I made my way up and turned left. My mouth gaped open. Apni zubaan se apne Babuji ke gaand saaf kar. Hann… hann… chaat! Chaat bahu, meri gandi gaand chaat! Aur le! Le mere garam dandiye se garba khel. Khel garba mere bade lund se bahu!Daya, bina muh babuji ke gaand se nikaale, Babuji ke lund ka hilate rehti hai. Aur apni zabaan Babuji ke gaand ki darrar mein gaherai tak ghusa kar. Unki gaand ko andar se chat te rehti hai.Babuji: Beta! Na! NA! Mera paani… uff… beta, paani nikal jayega!Jaise hi Babuji yeh kehte hain, to Daya achanak apne kaam band. Most of the rear-area troops were not the crack SS warriors that had fought on the Eastern Front or had returned from a disastrous campaign in North Africa. The German commanding general reported to Berlin that almost one quarter of his available men were either Polish or Russian soldiers recruited to fill the ranks of the Wehrmacht. There was little doubt about the lack of loyalty to the Thousand Year Reich by these Waffen SS troops.Despite this major drawback, the German commander did his.