Vietnamese Lover Drinks Her Sweet Juices Dry

The war had ended for us, but rationing was still in place, and the availability of such simple things as blankets was very limited. If only he’d taken money from Mistress for the fake identity, rather than coerce her into having sex with him, the bastard would still have been alive, and Mistress had plenty of money to pay. Mom and son I liked the sweet taste of Mistress’ sex juices uncontaminated by the male equivalent, but if it made her feel better, I would suck the entire lot out of her body and swallow it straight down. I knew that Mistress had grandparents in Paris, so I suggested that with her accent she could stay with them, and try to pass herself off as a Frenchwoman. But no, he wanted to humiliate and hurt a German, rather than just take money from her. I’d have been marked out as a collaborator, and had I been captured by my own side, my fate would have been uncertain. Once things got straightened out, as the Allied forces liberated the entire country, I took my friend ‘Michelle’ to my parents’ home and introduced her, as we had previously dreamt that I could, as a friend from the factory we were forced to work in by the occupying Germans. Mistress’ was quite a wealthy woman, and to simply walk away from her savings, her position of power and influence, and become a simple refugee, must have been very difficult for her to do.