The thing is, Aylar knew she was hot and used it to her advantage. She could have any guy she wanted – or so she thought, until she met Eddie Holmes... Eddie, an attractive Englishman in his late thirties, had been in Aylar’s eyeline for a while. He was a friend of her family and had been helping her crazy Romanian grandmother with a half-baked charity scheme she’d come up with. Crafty Aylar soon figured out what times Eddie was at her grandmother’s house and was usually there when he arrived.. I grinned to myself as I sent the first of many texts "wakes wakey, it's a beautiful day and I've arranged a surprise, follow my instructions to clam your prize. Best underwear, stockings a must, that summer dress I like, the one that highlights your bust. 30 minutes you have, to dress and comply, I expect a picture, or you'll make me cry"I hit send and turned my phone off, I'd turn it on again in exactly 31 minutes, and I knew there would be a picture waiting.As always she obeyed, the picture. ”“That’s the same thing I thought.”In that moment I felt her hand begin to stroke my cock ever so subtle. I reminded myself to keep calm and in control of my sexual euphoria. She gave me the most coy and come-hither stare I have ever been thrown, enough to make legs go weak.“I want all the men to stand against the back wall.” She ordered. “And the women to come to the center of the room.”We did as she commanded, walking towards the mirrored I caught a glimpse of Shakira’s entourage were busy. After gathering some sketchy intelligence I was taken to a bedroom upstairs where I would be safe. This is where Mrs. M’s daughter slept. She was only fourteen and the Germans never bothered her. Seeing two of the women they had bothered with told me why. They were both very pretty and had fantastic tits. As Mrs. M. began treating my leg her daughter stirred and woke up. She was a stunning beauty with reddish blonde hair, blue eyes and freckles. She was ecstatic about the American invasion and.