" You said you'd been watching Fraulein Schumacher and Herr Schmidt fora while. Have you been reporting your suspicions to the Gestapo?" No, I wanted ...o have solid proof before I did, and now I have." That's good to know," said Captain Wendt.He then grabbed Franz's head. Before the younger man could react hewrenched it back with great force, snapping his neck. I watched thishappen in stunned incomprehension. Not so Mark Benton. As Franz's bodyslumped to the floor he moved forward."We have to. " I felt horrible for the poor young guy, I flashed back on those late teen years when pussy was scarce and blow jobs were almost completely out of the question.His balls were swollen and tight to his body, so I knew he was suffering an extreme case of blue balls and probably was in to much pain to get himself off.So I grabbed my shorts put them under my knees. Looked up into his pleading eyes, then I really went to work on his neglected boy cock.I wrapped my wet lips around the head and slowly. My sister had been an avid drug user ever since getting hooked in her teens (luckily she has now kicked the habit so to speak and has been sober for quite a few years), my marriage had recently broken down and I was staying at my sister's for a while whilst looking for a place of my own and her home was a hotbed of drug use and pot-smoking though that never interested me very much.This two-part story begins on the Friday afternoon when I was just relaxing at my sisters as she was in her room. I looked back to Mr. Snyder. "May I come over to your side of the desk?" He paused for a minute, but one look and I knew I had him.I maintained eye contact and clicked my heels around to the corner on the back side of the desk. He nodded and swiveled his chair to face me. I looked down as I dropped to my knees and almost burst out laughing. Running perpendicular to the desk right in front him, was padding like a church kneeler, built into the hardwood floor. So considerate were these titans of.