He told me that he ran a company that installed underground cable and had a small warehouse in town. He said his crews would be gone in a little whil... and we could meet there. I was reluctant at first, as it seemed very risky to meet a man had never met, in a warehouse where anything could be waiting for me. However, the thrill of this was being in all my girly things, sucking and fucking a man I did not know and in a place that took me out of my comfort zone. With that in mind, I agreed to. He lifted his legs up and rested them on her back, and squeezed her head between his thighs as crossed his ankles. She started working her tongue around his shaft finally trying to enjoy the scene. Unfortunately, he was enjoying it too and he quickly got hard again. Christine started gagging on his dick again as it forced itself to the back of her mouth and past her throat. She started choking as he, once again, shot a wad of cum down her throat. Her body started bucking again and her. “One of ours?” offered Rudi with a tone of mock hope in his voice that Josef didn’t notice.“I very much doubt it.”“ Oh well, at least we’re not a strategic target for the Bolsheviks just yet.”Rudi turned to leave when Josef asked,“Rudi, who pressed your uniform?” Rudi looked down at his tunic, found nothing wrong with it and said,“Theresa always does it, like a good little wife. Why?”“ Oh, nothing. It’s just that the old man has hired some new domestics that’s all.” Rudi’s eyes narrowed and he. The memory of those years was running through my mind as I approached the field. There was another game going on today, one with different players and different opponents, but some things remained the same. Youthful enthuasism, dedication, drive, determination, the hunger to win...it was all still there, out on the field and in the stands.I stopped down by the end zone and leaned over the waist-high fence that surrounded the football field. This was the same exact field I'd spent four years on.