Someone got into the next cubicle."Someone is peeing. Don't stop. Gimme your cock" she whispered into my ears.I slowly started fucking her without mak...ng any noise.It was a damn good feeling. Fucking my aunt when someone is peeing next door.Soon I resumed my rhythm with speed. I was again fucking her with all my strength without caring the woman next cubicle may hear us.She was moaning her pleasure. My hard fucking was making her go mad with pleasure. Her nails were buried into my shoulders.. Sitting in the corner, quiet as a mouse was Sandra Cooper or as it says in her German ID, Sandra Kuper. For three years Sandra had worked as an agent of His Majesty's army. Before the war Sandra was a member of the SOE, Special Operations Executive. She had already a fluent tongue in German and it wasn’t hard for her to blend in. She was able to adapt to the different styles of the different parts of the German army she had orders to engage in. She was an excellent forger in her own right, so. I couldn’t find Tammy, damn her if she left me stranded again. I saw that crooked-nose rodeo cowboy standing there looking lost. He wasn’t too bad if you could get by that bend in his nose: damned if it didn’t look like one of those S-Curve signs our west of town. He was a damn fine dancer too. We kinda just stopped and looked at each other when the band started playing that old Hank Penny classic, ‘Drivin’ Nails In My Coffin.’ It was a great song for Western Swing and the band did a good job. At the same time an arm came around her waist and lifted her from the floor, Sophia found herself being propelled forwards up the hall towards the man in the mask until she was pushed hard up against him. As she arrived he grabbed her wrists and pushed her hands down, she felt steel cuffs go around her wrists and click closed before she could begin to think. Sophia was then held by her upper arms as another man dressed the same as the first one stepped into her peripheral vision from the side,.