They were mostly single men sitting alone with a fewexceptions of men sitting together. I realized these "couples" werefondling each other and some...even had their cocks out of their pants and werestroking each other and in a couple of cases, one would be leaning oversucking the other guy's cock! What a show this was going to be. Mystomach had butterflies as I realized this was going to be even moreexciting than I had anticipated.Just then, I sensed someone standing behind me - very. His cock was throbbing. She reached into his boxers and put her hands on it. He sighed. ‘God, that feels good, he thought. It’s been so long since someone else touched me there.’ She explored with her hands. Its hardness. Its head and shaft, His balls. She noticed that he was shaven, but didn’t say anything. She caressed it and stroked it, gently running her fingernails along the shaft. When she could hold back no longer, she took it in her mouth. There was a secret she was keeping: She enjoyed. The officer said, "Quickly, get this woman tosee the Fuehrer. They took her up several floors and though a hallwaytill she stood in front of a door guarded by two SS officers. The dooropened and she was let in and she saw the leader of this viciousgovernment. She was in Alfred Jodl's office. It was an impressive office,not quite as big as the empresses but that was different. His desk wasmarble and she would say it was around ten meters long. The entire officewas close to fifty meters in length. “It’s either them or me. You love me, don’t you?” I froze. No motion. We had promised each other, several times and here we were…them ofrhim…I just closed my eyes again. “I don’t want to,” Brett said from the shadow. “I don’t want you to do anything. Just leave us alone.”Moments passed…I heard a zipper…zippers?…and then felt someone getting between my legs…I stared up at the dark sky…my hands over my privates, hands taking my wrists exposing me again, pushing them back over my head. I.