I found my dad’s car outside and his bag that he will take to office.I went to upper floor to search my dad. In house we got two joint rooms almost ...they will be closed everyday as we doesnt use them,but I found the door was open .Then I walk into the room.On the floor I saw black colour skirt ,white shirt and bra ,lady’s underwear followed by my dad’s t-shirt ,baniyan,lungi ,blue underwear.I slowly walked forward and peeped in ,i saw my dad lying beside a white foreign lady with only light bed. He was assigned as much to spy on the SD and Gestapo as to check up on the enemy. He had a peculiar new project, not known to anyone but a handful in the Chief's inner circle. He was supposed to look into the bizarre magical rites of the SS and determine if there were any serious occult dangers to the regular military or Germany herself from these rituals.Not even Niedermann's Swedish wife, Greta, knew what his job really involved. That was for the best, since their marriage was very strained. When they arrived, I was a blubbering mess. The police, though nice, were not interested in my sob story. They told me that I needed to leave my license with the attendant. I explained to them that I didn't have it.I had no way to prove my identity, so they checked my license plate and my back ground. I looked like a bum, I had on nothing except sneakers, a sweat shirt and sweat pants. My hair was a mess and I'm crying my eyes out. The owner of the gas station was being a real asshole about the. She was a sweet dream indeed. Her big breasts and plump ass set the whole town staring at her whenever she would pass by. Mostly the men. Daisy was a bit of a slow brainer. But all she knew in that little brain of hers is how to get the men going. All she had to do was put down her hair, lower her tang-top to reveal her voluptuous cleavage and bend down every minute or so to lift that mini skirt of hers and show a glance of her sweet untouched pussy. Daisy loved the attention. A whore she was,.