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Nazis And The Purple Orchid
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Remember, squeeze their lemons until the juice runs down their legs and you get more information...
Tree
Tree
they were a bit touchy about such questions
Oh, I have seen that movie!!! He lived in his own little world at the end, didn't he?
Barb always claims innocence... Do not believe it...
Tree
Nazis ARE big pricks but individual sizes may vary...
Probably in two segments... What; can't wait, you horny bitch???
If I must I must 
...ahhh, it's the fate of a spy 
.... I just hope they leave their jackboots at the door and quick about it. 
me???????????????? co-pilot?
DO NOT POSE LIKE THAT!!! Do you want it in the 'back door'?View attachment 278537 If I must I must
I'm sure she knew
DO NOT POSE LIKE THAT!!! Do you want it in the 'back door'?
Is that another one of those passwords I was supposed to remember 
RacingRodent
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View attachment 278559 Is that another one of those passwords I was supposed to remember
Yes if offered, say you'll pass
It would be Barbaria first night ‘gathering information’. There five uniformed officers, three generals of the regular army, two from the SS but Barb was not sure of their ranks, and a plain-clothed Gestapo who paid particular attention to Barb.
Gradually one by one members of the Purple Orchid would leave the living room. First to leave was Siss who drew both a general and an SS officer. Barbaria had been sternly warned not to ask questions this first night. She was to use her womanly charms and listen to anything said.
Jade was about to disappear with a general while an SS officer sat on a loveseat with Messaline. The Gestapo officer gently spent the time asking Barb about her past. It was hardly an interrogation but he obviously was trying to find errors in her story.
As the evening passed Barb and the Gestapo agent are left alone in the living room. To steel her resolve she switches from wine to absinthe. The Gestapo is impressed that even though she is somewhat intoxicated he cannot poke holes in her story. Satisfied she is as she who she says she is he says “May I be so bold as to invite you to bed?”
“I thought you would never ask” Barbaria replied without adding ‘but prayed you didn’t’…
Tree
Gradually one by one members of the Purple Orchid would leave the living room. First to leave was Siss who drew both a general and an SS officer. Barbaria had been sternly warned not to ask questions this first night. She was to use her womanly charms and listen to anything said.
Jade was about to disappear with a general while an SS officer sat on a loveseat with Messaline. The Gestapo officer gently spent the time asking Barb about her past. It was hardly an interrogation but he obviously was trying to find errors in her story.
As the evening passed Barb and the Gestapo agent are left alone in the living room. To steel her resolve she switches from wine to absinthe. The Gestapo is impressed that even though she is somewhat intoxicated he cannot poke holes in her story. Satisfied she is as she who she says she is he says “May I be so bold as to invite you to bed?”
“I thought you would never ask” Barbaria replied without adding ‘but prayed you didn’t’…
Tree
Well this was certainly not included in my training....but I am going to do it for the cause. Wouldn't you know it. I got the Gestapo agent. I was hoping for a general or an admiral or something classy like that. Siss ended up with a general and an SS officer. At least I only have to deal with one Nazi. But from what I have heard about the Gestapo, this might not be pleasant. Yet he seems harmless enough, rather debonair really in his gray pinstripe suite and round wire rimmed glasses. I couldn't believe it when Messaline made made me wear this horrible gray pinstripe dress. It's so bloody short, and I dare not lean forward at all for fear of showing way more than a little cleavage. But Messaline must have had a plan; she must have known he would go for me in a gray pinstripe. The Gestapo must think about everything in grays and blacks. It's all they wear after all. Anyway, he was kind of cute the way he said, "May I be so bold as to invite you to bed?” Perhaps he is a real gentleman after all, and I can just talk him up and get some great secrets out of him. I thought by the way he grilled me there for awhile he could see right through me. But I think I did a good job of bluffing my way past his trick questions. He trusts me now.
Uh, oh....he just finished his drink and is getting up to go. This is it. I follow him upstairs and into the bedroom. There is an awkward moment or two. I smile at him half-heartedly. He walks up to me and takes me by the arms. Then he kisses me and turns me around, then unzips the back of my dress. 
I hold it to my chest, turn around and say as huskily as I can, "aren't you going to get undressed?" Then I drop the dress to the floor, and undo my strapless bra as I pull back the duvet on the bed, slide in quickly, and pull the cover up to my chin. A moment later I toss my bra out from under, and then my knickers. As I said earlier, this wasn't part of my training, but I think I know what to do. Uh oh, he is a fast undresser and is crawling into bed with me. I don't know if I can go through with this. Maybe if I just close my eyes and think about something else ..... oh shit!
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FELIS RESPICIENS
It used to be a common saying here "Lie back and think of England" when a man wanted to have his evil way with a girl. Thank goodness today's girls want to have fun. Back in the '40's though "Nice girls don't" though of course they did.
I rolled over in bed, turning my bare back to him, and quietly sang to myself "Rule Britannia", but he replied with the "Horst Wessel" song. At least, I now know he has a sense of humor. Then he took me by the shouder and made me lie facing him on the bed, his hand tracing down the curve of my hip...
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