"Papers please Fraulein?" he asked politely in German."Madame, please sir. I am married and I am French," she corrected himand returned his smile.She...rummaged in her purse and produced her French National Identity cardissued by the Vichy government and German travel documents approving herto travel to her final destination at Calais.Klaus made a show and postured himself importantly as he scrutinised herdocuments while the young woman waited patiently. The documents hadbeen checked many times. I am taken to a cage and placed inside near the rest of the sows. Night eventually comes and I sleep, when morning arrives I am placed inside a breeding cage and secured, and left there. About an hour later a worker comes over and spreads something on my ass cheeks and says we have to make sure he thinks your in heat.A little while later I hear grunting and a huge boar is led into the room. And let loose. Next thing I know he is pressing he snout at my rear, and then after a few seconds jumps. I waited a few more minutes, to leave him waiting and build up the tension. He hates waiting for people, he is possibly the most impatient man I’ve ever met. Patience is something of a foreign concept to him - in his job people wait for him, not him waiting for people. I smiled to myself as I rolled off the bed and walked down the hall to the kitchen, where he was waiting for me, his face red and annoyed from me making him wait. I’m something of a trouble maker- I like winding people up and. “Meet me here after school.” He sighed while I put my hands in his pants and on his dick again.“K, see you then.” I said before we separated and I went to my next class. I could not stop thinking about everything I wanted us to do to each other and I couldn’t wait till I got to do it all. And just when school got out, I went to the little girls room and took my halter top off and put my hoodie back on and only zipped it up half way. Then I went to his classroom, went in and didn’t see him. I.