This is where Mrs. Ms daughter slept. She was only fourteen and the Germans never bothered her. Seeing two of the women they had bothered with told me... why. They were both very pretty and had fantastic tits. As Mrs. M. began treating my leg her daughter stirred and woke up. She was a stunning beauty with reddish blonde hair, blue eyes and freckles. She was ecstatic about the American invasion and we had to tell her to be quiet several times. The bleeding on my shin had never completely stopped. In fact Jim was smiling. Then Mike let go of Gloria and headed down the hall to the bathroom. And spare bedrooms. Jim and Gloria just stood there for a few moments then they kissed. After a passionate kiss Jim turned Gloria around and patted her ass and she walked away from him and down the hall toward the bathroom. And spare bedrooms. Was she going to meet Mike? Was Jim letting her go? I saw him adjusting his pants and knew he had a hard-on. Another man had just felt his wife right in front of. I'd read about the process, basically heating it up over an open flame, searing the outside, then packing it on a bed of at least an inch of charcoal, and packing an inch of charcoal on all sides. A couple of thousand pounds of meat was going to require a large storage spot, and it would need a lot of charcoal. I had plenty of room in the supply box to store the jerked meat, but not enough room to pack much of the charcoal preserved meat. I was going to need to dig a storage pit.The next stuff. With a coughing sputter her collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath. Wordlessly I grabbed the back of his shirt and began to drag his tall form effortlessly up the stairs to one of the bedrooms. Rachel and a few curious guests followed. Ricky tried to fight a little as his breath returned, but his pants around his ankles and weak struggles proved no match for my 22 inch biceps. I flung him into one of the master bedrooms, and then closed in on him. “You are my bitch now. Do you.