Of course she does.

She looked at me uncertainly, then I nodded down at my feet as if this was a normal course of action for a British secretary to perform.

“Oh, yes, certainly”. I was sure if I talked to her for long enough she would revert to German. However, she shuffled awkwardly down to the carpet in her tight fitting satin skirt and pulled at my boots, placing them carefully at the foot of the bed, then returned to remove my trousers and socks, while I dealt with the jacket and shirt.

Hesitantly she reached up for the elasticated waist of my shorts and with clenched eyes and teeth pulled them down to my knees.

I pulled a sheaf of papers from the bedside and put them at my feet to get her excitement going. On top of them a small map of Spain showed landing points with various colored arrows marked on it with cryptic symbols like 17thB2 or 21stA.

As she gaped to see this, I took my cue and caught the back of her head and pulled it towards my rampant cock. It was in her mouth halfway up the shaft before she even realized it, so overwhelmed was she by the war “secrets” on display at her knees.

I lay back and let her suck me off for a while, obviously trying hard to memorize as much of what she was looking at as she bobbed up and down.

Afterwards she explained that she must clock off and leave soon. I thanked her formally for her letter and saluted as she left. She returned the salute, and although she didn't actually add Sieg Heil she didn't seem to thikn it was odd for soldiers to salute administrative staff.

I called Johan later that evening!

"Hauptmann Schmidt! How the devil are you? Yes, she was a peach! Yes, I've got plenty more where that one came from! Shall we say same time again next week?"