She wore a brown house dress that clung to her with sweat, revealing the sensuous flare of her hips and the curve of her round ass, and the jutting ni...ples of her small, pert breasts. He could see that there was nothing underneath it. At the sight of the Nazi in full uniform who stood at her door her eyes flashed, and for an instant he saw a look of fear etched in her features. Then she seemed to breathe deeply, and her look hardened, even as she smiled."Can I help you Herr Officer?" She drew. The place where the toilet block was virtually deserted. Then I heard the other guy come out of the cubicle, but he never appeared outside. I was enraptured, unsure what to do next. I re-entered the toilets, and saw a man in his mid fifties, slightly overweight and balding, standing at the piss trough, slowly wanking a short, fat cock. At that moment, I knew I wanted to make that juicy cock cum! I held open the cubicle door and invited the gentleman to come and join me. He duly obliged, and I. "No, he wasn't," corrected the mysterious voice.Stan's eyes darted around. "Did you hear it this time?" Y-yeah. Who is that?" Mickey Redburn. I'm Decurion Redburn's dependant." W-where are you?" Stan demanded."The Beauty Saloon," she reassured him."Uh-oh," Brad worried."Yeah, you two are so busted," Mickey advised the pair, amusement rich in her voice."Stan," came a deeper voice. A far more adult voice. A familiar voice. A masculine voice."Hi, Dad," Stan muttered."Turn around."They did so. The. I couldn’t tell who the girl was that Bonnie had paired with, but from her backside she looked good from here.Marc walked by and slapped my arm. When I turned, we slapped hands.I looked up to see Gage was the leader of our class and I was anxious to see him in action.Was I ever impressed with him after seeing him in action. He doesn’t only call out the commands, he does the practice routines as he calls them out to us. He does them as if he’s really in hand to hand combat with an invisible.