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While Elsie Muller was in Paris, Mathilde Fischer was assigned as a clerk in the German Embassy in London. Just a low-level clerk, assigned to translating documents from English into German.

She'd been born in Southampton to an English mother and the captain of a German cargo ship which made regular and routine runs between the English port and Hamburg. When she was thirteen her mother died and her father took her to Hamburg. Her father, from the beginning was a fanatical follower of Adolph Hitler.

When Mathilde turned eighteen, her father turned her over to the Band of German Maidens Faith and Beauty section, to serve the Reich. She was 5'10" tall, a bit over weight. That is to say she had a big ass, and as required to be considered, her breasts had blossomed into magnificent 36DDs. Although her breasts indicated that she'd gone through puberty, there was just a hint of her blonde hair between her legs.

Like her father, Mathilde was a fanatic. She took to her spy instructions with that zeal; finishing first in her class in every aspect of the training.

That of course included her sexual training. She was a virgin when Trude Ruttinger, the Director of the Band of German Maidens' Faith and Beauty section, offered her to senior officers, she did not hesitate.

Sixty-year-old General Friedrich Ackermann was unhappily married. Like many women her age, the same age as Friedrich, Frau Ackermann no longer found sex enjoyable. Not that she ever had. As a good German wife, she did her duty. That was all.

General Ackermann had an extensive staff who took care of anything which might distract him from his official duties: preparing the Wehrmacht for war.

Corporal Albrecht Fryman was among the lowest ranking members of General Ackermann's cadre. His official duties were to make sure that food and drink were close by whenever the General desired. Unofficially, his duties were to make sure there was pussy available; particularly young pussy whenever the General desired.

Corporal Fryman was very good at his job. Before the war, Berlin's nightlife was a hotbed of young, beautiful and willing young women. The Corporal scoured these clubs for the type of women he knew the General preferred. Tall, blonde, big tits: like Mathilde Fischer.

The Corporal did not find her in one of those night clubs, he found her right under his nose in Trude Ruttinger's female spy school. He inquired of her availability and was surprised to find that not only was she available and willing but also a virgin. "She'll do anything for the Reich," Trude informed Corporal Fryman.

When Corporal Fryman informed the General that he'd found a young, willing girl for him, the General who had been under a lot of stress from der Fuehrer, needed the relief only a woman could give him.

All the better when he found out that she was a virgin. General Ackermann liked nothing better than the taste of young pussy. Young virgin pussy was even better.

Not only was Frau Ackermann not interested, but she also hadn't been interested in his tongue in decades. The General was less than enthused in pussy eating when Corporal Fryman brought him slutty girls who would get on their backs or knees for anyone.

Now he had access to a virgin: Mathilde Fischer. Her sexual training under Trude Ruttinger's guidance had not progress very far when she was sent to the General's quarters. In fact, she'd only had her titties played with; she'd been fingered, but in the right way, causing her to have her first orgasms, and she'd learned how to play with a cock with her hands: stroking it, massaging those balls. Nothing more.

"Fraulein, you look lovely. I suspect you'll look lovelier with your clothes off."

"Yes, my General."

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