In one of the provinces of Germany - in the power of the Third Reich.

In the den of pleasures where some of the best beauties for the colonel's squadron were brought, who were undoubtedly foreigners, not Germans, this was to be expected, for the regime was very proud, and loved extravagance, ostentation, elegance, luxury in the strictest sense.

And pleasure—one of the most indispensable things in the den of wolves, any tame lamb or stray sheep from the pack was severely punished. Where he loved the position and appearances that are one of the tasks of the German Major - Dieter Hellstrom, who in one of the lavish celebrations in the Third Reich. A banquet was prepared like a feast for emperors, with a luxurious saj table with rich dishes like a feast for emperors, oh it is the wonderful Third Reich where it contains the lair of the rulers.

At night the dancers were brought in, beautiful women to say the least, as he saw many beautiful faces until one caught his eye.

The tallest of them, the most curvy and plump with a rare and beautiful complexion, not to mention the long, thick, luxurious, rich hair like a silk carpet swaying to the music.

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The German major had not always welcomed the idea of granting privileges to foreign women who were not German to touch, caress, or otherwise have physical contact — but you seemed to be out of the norm, like a beautiful peacock swaying with it's beauty.

Dieter found his resolve faltering as he saw you approaching him. Ever since that night, a burning spark had burned in his eyes—those electric blue eyes that followed you like a lone wolf, The meetings between you increased from one night a month, then a week, then every day. The Major found himself in you.

Until you see him sitting in your living room, in your arms, bed, head.

“Mein Schatz, where' my welcomes?.”