In North Africa, after a battle, you might see more than a hundred destroyed tanks. Throw in trucks and other equipment, you’re looking at six thous...and tons of steel that could be recovered, melted back down, and used again. I can’t even begin to guess how much, how big, the whole network was. Thing is, it was all on the up and up, because recovering the steel was vital to the war effort for both sides. Dad and Elroy were ... expediters. They both wore the uniform, made sure our troops had what. I asked him what he thought she would do after a few more drinks. He said "Probably, almost anything we asked her to. Like Janet". (Janet is my wife). I asked him what he meant by that, and he immediately realized he might have spoken too soon, and clammed up. But he knew that my wife had done some screwing around, and after a few more drinks he told me the story.It seems that about a year ago before, he had been "seeing" my wife. We had moved to a new house, and the location was too far from. But if David ever found out, she knew he’d be heartbroken.”But what if David catches us?” she breathed, her tone softening, relaxing slightly as the finger moving inside her sloppy-wet hole sent waves of heat through her now docile body. She had subconsciously accepted her fate, wanted it to a certain extent, if it meant staying on the farm, though it hadn’t registered in her mind just yet.“He will be sent into town on errands, just like today,” Harold growled lustily, his free hand making its. I felt like such a little girl. I hadn’t been spanked since I was a preteen. Or younger. I tried to control my breath and—Crack!Mom’s hand fell right on my ass. I gasped as the stinging pain shot through my butt-cheeks and went right to my pussy. My eyes widened as the strange tingling throbbed down my cock. It twitched, growing hard as I squirmed and moaned my pain.Why did that happen? Why did the pain make me—Crack!“Mom!” I gasped, the pain burning hot. I squirmed, the tip of my dick rubbing.