From a military perspective, it was quite a lopsided little conflict with the forces of Generalissimo Franco running roughshod over the religious elit... and the progressive thinkers that saw Herr Hitler as a threat to all of Europe as well as neutral-minded Spain.I had established a “stringer” relationship with a New York City newspaper with international aspirations and my official title was Jack Kruger, Foreign Correspondent, 55 Worth Street, NYC, NY, USA (Attn: Manhattan News Service)My later. " Redder than ever with embarrassment I started desperately pumping my cock. After a minute or so it responded. Thinking about what might be under the Mistress's robes proved a useful mental stimulus."Remember, worm, don't you dare cum without permission. I want it hard for my benefit, not yours." Yes, Mistress."I stopped pumping and stood there with my cock rampant. I was beginning to get over the humiliation. After all, I possess a large member, fully nine inches long and two inches in. I got to my room, closed the door, and stood there inside for a moment or two that seemed like an eternity. Was there... ? Could I... ? Maybe... ?Leaving my room, I walked down the hallway. More than once, I stopped, staring into space as if hypnotized. Thankfully the hallways were empty at that hour, for surely I would have been questioned. Finally, I arrived at your door. I knocked, and realized the door was unlatched when it drifted open. I could hear the shower running and I furtively went. "That's him standing by the bar."Tony looked up, as Sandra waved to a tall well built man at the bar. Seeing them watching him. He walked over towards them; for a second Tony's heart was in his mouth. He had never been in a situation like this before, speaking to a husband as his wife was sat next to him and quite obviously having a good grope."Bill this is Tony."Sandra introduced Tony."Hi mate." Bill answered. Shaking hands with him."Hello Bill." Tony said rather embarrassed."I see she's got.