I sprayed some perfume, grabbed my handbag and set out to hail a cab to the pub where we were meeting. I walked into the pub as nervous as can be and ...lmost shaking. A guy with dark hair, wearing a brown striped shirt and jeans walked up to greet me."Hi there, I am Adam, are you Rachel?" he asked."Yeh, that's me," I answered."How about a glass of wine?" Adam offered me as he walked towards a small table in the corner."Sure, thank you," I replied as I followed him and sat down on the chair.We. To the soldiers’ surprise, Herr Youndt, owner of the farm, spoke excellent deutsch. The farmer laughed when the soldiers inquired how he knew such excellent deutsch. He replied that half the farmers in Adam County grew up speaking deutsch as their first language. They didn’t learn English until they were ready to start school.The POWs spent the next week picking apples for Herr Youndt on his nearly eighty acres of orchards. The following week the work crew headed to help a farmer named Marvin. She kissed down his neck and chest until she came to the still done buttons she jumped them and brushed her cheek against the hair that lead down into his pants. She pulled on the waist of them and he lifted his hips so she could pull his jeans down. She left them riding on his thighs as she looked and fondled his cock. It was nice and thick long enough that it took both of her hands to hold it. He was breathing heavy and his whole body was shaking at her touch. If she stopped now and left he. "Tell the Baron I have brought the girl."The face disappeared."Don't be frightened," said the crone, pulling the girl closer, "that's only Lars the Baron's manservant. He's a little slow if you know what I mean and fate has not been kind to his body, but he's harmless."The repulsive figure reappeared and led them down a long corridor filled with portraits and tapestries bearing the Vagnor coat-of-arms, a serpent-dragon with claws bared. They emerged into a magnificently furnished drawing room.