There was also the safety of the men involved, and yes, me, that had to be considered.The timing was going to be critical. It had to be an absolute su...rprise. We couldn't just fly the men in, let them sit at the local bar drinking beer and eating ribs until it was time to go, then go in and blast the place. Ok, so there was no bar, beer or ribs, but you see the point. No, they would fly in, kill everything in sight in a very few minutes, then beat feet out of there before anyone knew what was. "That's it" she thought bitterly to herself. If society is to be run by the Germans, then I will offer them the premises from which to do it.Part 1:"Hierein!" Ernst Hartmann sat behind his huge oak desk, revelling in the space afforded him in his new, if temporary office. At One metre 80, he was not amongst the tallest of men, but he was tall enough, good looking, and exuded that indefinable authority that made people accept his orders without question. The allies had done him a favour, wiping. Her husband.....her husband. "Oh David" she thought" How I wish I was with you safe in your arms, my darling". With that thought; her heart beat one last time and her earthly vision faded to black. Paula Birmingham's body was dead. But her soul and spirit were very much alive. A bright light was beckoning her toward it. Suddenly; there was no more pain and suffering. A figure dressed in white held out it's hand to take her's and said "Welcome, Paula, I've been expecting you. I need your lovely. He could feel the blood begin to push towards his cock and took another sip of his drink. He turned to his girl and said plainly, ‘Undress her.’ The girl nodded and wadded up the slut’s hair in her fist, jerking her back from Daddy a few paces so that he could properly view the show. The girl smiled wickedly as she ripped the bra from her chest, leaving red marks where the clasps were. The girl smacked each one of her breasts with the riding crop a few times, and then focused in on the.