Anyone who tried to slip something past her was told, ‘Thank you, but no thank you, ‘ and sent on his or her way. They were left with the knowledg... that she would never do business with him or her in the future.To the casual observer, her work style appeared scatterbrained. She would order someone to do something, and then change the subject. In fact, she was stating exactly what she wanted, with the expectation that the individual charged with the task would get it done. She didn’t manage. Should I admit to being the friend in a high place? Why did I even put myself out for her? I looked at her, and my stomach flip-flopped.Ok, I was definitely smitten. I put myself out because there was something about her I really liked, and... well, I hated like hell seeing someone doing what they were supposed to do, and being punished for it. It also sounded like a power struggle going on at upper levels, and they were not above throwing the lower echelon into the fray as cannon. At that point I rammed my tongue between her tight cunt lips, snaking it as deep as I could go into her pussy. With one hand I reached up to grab a hold of one of her tits. Then I took my jacking off hand, grabbed my cock and began to stroke myself. I tried to picture what this would look like if it was on a porno movie; me eating out her cunt, jerking off with one hand and fondling my sister’s tits with the other. I was so lost in my wild passion and forbidden lust that I never heard my. This miracle was solely in thanks to my mentor, Kurt Brotz. Despite criticism, possible loss of costumers, and threats, Kurt took me on as his apprentice seven years earlier, in 1933, when I was nothing more than a lanky 16 year old who was unsure of himself and unsure of the world. When I first began working with Kurt I’d assumed that I’d been selected over the many other more capable and suitable boys in my class because Kurt felt he had a debt to repay to my family. My Uncle Oskar had been.