She was already extremely wet from thinking about this fantasy, and of course that got me even hornier and even more impatient... she started sucking ...e for maybe 30 seconds before I picked her up, ordered her against the wall, and started sodomizing her against the wall. Maybe she didn't wipe well or something, but the smell kept getting stronger to the point where it was difficult to ignore, but usually this smell turns me on even more. Today was very exciting because she finally admitted. They were really feeling me. “My name is Maxwell, but you sexy things can call me Max. Could you be kind enough to bless me with your names?”“I’m Christine,” the curviest of them answered first and most eagerly, with a coquettish smile and hand extended when I enquired of them their names. “Pleased to meet you Christine,” I said, bowed and kissed her outstretched hand, and let it stay in my mine just a second or two longer than usual as I speedily looked at her face and bodily features. She had. 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 nipples 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. She charged little, knocking out competition and saving her money as much a possible. Living on the street wasn’t hard and having good clothes wasn’t either. She did rent cheap motel rooms, but only on nights that business looked good. That is where her real life began, where a change happened that thrust her into the sex goddess that she now was. On that particular night, she had been taking a lot of clients. Her current one was some business executive. To him, she was a street whore picked.