Herr Clausser was Commandant of the Gestapo prison on the outskirts of Paris. He was 45, a General in the elite Gestapo and the assignment in Paris wa...s a reward for the hard fought battles he had endured and won in the Eastern Front. It would be a brief respite from the battle, a year to enjoy all that the French had to offer, from the fine wines and food, to the beautiful women. Paris had fallen easily and the occupation was going well. The French resistance while bothersome, did not do much. I then made my way across the library, my hard cock straining in my jeans, anyone who glanced across the room would have seen it. I entered the toilet we agreed to meet in and when I arrived she was sat down, pants around her ankles and legs spread waiting for my tongue. I layed my jacket down on the floor in front of her and kissed my way up the inside of her thighs to her beautiful wet pussy. My tongue had a mind of its own after the first taste of her pussy and as she grabbed the back of my. I gasped as I pressed my body all the way up against the partition. The wonderful sensations were like nothing I had ever felt. My wife had done this a few times half-heartedly, but she was nothing in comparison to what my anonymous neighbor was doing to me. I groaned in cadence with his powerful oral ministrations, oblivious to the fact that anyone in the aisle could hear (and know) what was going on inside. I was so lost in sexual ecstasy that I did not notice a visitor in my booth until I. There was no way I wanted to endanger the relationship. “Please, don’t make me leave, I love being here. I’ll do whatever you say.”She rubbed my shoulder. “You don’t have to leave Art. Do you have your corduroy’s on under those blankets?” Seeing me nod Simone walked to my door and opened it. “Over here mister, we’re going to the basement.”I slowly walked toward the door and paused when I stood beside her. She pointed down the hall with the order to march, but I hesitated. Seeing the confused.