“Are you still a virgin?” she asked with a clear smile on her face. If you show me your pussy, I’ll show you mine. Okxxx I asked. We talked for the hour, and then my meal was brought to me by a guard. Before she left, Mistress kissed me again, and it didn’t feel quite so bad the second time. I wasn’t the first Frenchwoman to shack up with a German, and I didn’t suppose I’d be the last; even if most of them shacked up with men. She’d seen me when I was dragged into the building, and she could tell just how terrified I was. Would I have dared to complain?
