Not the British Army, Mr Van Smit.”Van Smit’s expression relaxed a little at this information. “My son and I are trying to start a new home in t...e German protectorate. I lost my wife and three children in the internment camps. I don’t have much money, but it is gold. My horses are worn out but I have land now. It needs to be tilled and planted.”Susan cut into the conversation, “Mr Van Smit, would you and Willie care to join us for some lunch?”Willie’s eyes had been sweeping around the room,. He immediately arranged Sheila so he could ram her good. He had a good size hammer, so he gave the men a bit of a show as Sheila swung back and forth against him. After a couple minutes another yelled out, put a bottle in there. Out came a wine bottle and Sheila was raised some more so George could ram a wine bottle up her cunt. Sheila was starting to get aroused with George’s cock so was enjoying the bottle as it was being thrust in and out. Not to be left out another master wanted a baseball. Come, let's go eat."I stood on shaky legs and followed her to the next room."What's that delicious smell?" I asked as I sat down at the table."Venison stew." Where do you get venison from?" Out there," she said, waving her arm and pointing outside through the picture window that practically covered the whole of one wall.My jaw dropped at the sight, which met my eyes. I was looking out at scenery that I could not have imagined except in a movie scene. Brianna’s home was set up on a bluff. She had green almond eyes, framed by long, thick lashes, long black hair, a slim petite figure, perky C cup breasts, a neatly trimmed mound, and long slender legs. Beth could only stare. "If you look at my face and apologise I will forgive you," the woman said, Beth, embarrassed looked her in the eye and mumbled a quick, “I'm sorry,” and ran into the change room. An hour and a grueling workout later she was exhausted.‘I really don't want to go home yet... I'll go get a water and head to the.