Mine was a bit tricky and when I tried to download the data all I got was a high-pitched whine that sounded a bit like one would expect from mermaids ...inging on a barren shore.The old lady was slinging a mop now and she had a rhythm that could not be denied.Watching those well-padded hips moving in perfect unison on the steps was enough to give me pause in my information gathering efforts. After careful thought, I deduced that the landlady was not quite as old as I first thought and she was. Sure enough she slid her hand round my erection and drew it down between my legs. Then she brought back the cane and swish, swish, swish and I recalled that she was the harder hitter of the two. I was finding the whole experience very uplifting. Swish, swish, she brought down the cane across my muscled bum. Swish, the last one struck me at the top of my legs. “Stand up.” I stood and turned to face her my cock dripping with juice I was so turned on. “How dare you flaunt that at me. I am going. Many of the questions seemed innocuous, but Margery often could not answer them.The interrogator asked, "What colour is the wallpaper in the anteroom to the Senior Officers' Mess at the camp you were taken to?" but although she racked her brains she could not answer, no matter how often or how loudly it was repeated. That even earned her a slap across the face with the interrogator's gloves.Another question was, "Where did the Arsenal play football before the war?" which left her at a total. And so there began a swift and tempestuous falling in love, a deepening in love, a non-committal commitment, and a slowly dawning realisation that they had been destined for each other, that they were the two participants in the same dream. That together they could change their worlds, and make fireworks in each other’s hearts and be far far more together than they could ever hope to be apart. But, like all True Love, it could never run so smoothly. There were separations and rejoinings, and.