Rommel’s credo of “Duty, Honor, and Country” went a long way in explanation of his mystical exploits on the battlefield. He was a soldier’s so...dier and even the lowest enlisted man was willing to take the risk of certain death just to follow his orders. They knew he never gave an order without the careful analysis of keeping casualties down in the ranks of the men serving under him.Always a pragmatist, he originally thought their chance of military control of the civilized world was a. I watched as the picked their way through a sea of tyres, toolboxes and miscellaneous garage debris, then sat side by side on a wooden bench in a dark corner of the dingy back room.The young girl’s knees were slightly apart, giving me a lovely view of her where her navy blue gym knickers were pulled tight against her pussy.“What’s your name?” asked the fat old man.“Linda,” the young Guide replied softly then, gesturing towards the man’s crotch she continued, “Go on then, you said you’d show. He then brought one hand behind me and slowly caressed his way down to my ass, first on my curvey but, then exploring the crack of my ass. It felt soo good My heart was racing. He then put his arms around me and drew me close. When I felt his cock against my back, I turned around and looked down.His spandex pants strained to restrain his hard cock. His pants made the jeans he wore this morning to the store look like farmer jeans by comparison. I really like your pants Jeff, where did you get. It was large and had been done in nice, light wooden paneling.The wooden floor echoed where her heels hit it.Behind the desk stood a bespectacled man in his early fifties. His tweed jacket gave him the air of a college professor. He smiled and waved her closer."Please come in, Ms Burkle", he said. There was no trace of irony."I heard you have a few complaints about the way you have been treated in here."Fred sank into the chair the friendly man offered her. It fit snugly around her new ass.She.