Here I was looking through a large hole in the wall just in time to see a man pull down his pants and yank on his large erection. He immediately paus...d at my intake of breath. He turned toward the hole and smiled. Slowly, he guided his large member to the opening in the wall. Panic struck me as I realized what the man was about to do. I thought of fleeing, but my feet wouldn’t move. I heard sounds of passion coming from the stall next to mine where a man, another man could be heard jacking. I got dressed, exited my car, and was about to lower my skirt when I looked around. Seeing nobody, I instinctively spread my legs and started peeing. I really had to go. As soon as I finished, I lowered my skirt and started to walk back to my desk. What a little orgasm-addicted slut I was, first ruining my car's floor mat and then peeing in public because I was too horny to wait to get home to get myself off.I got home that day and again found myself nude on my couch masturbating. I was craving. The German people never saw losing as a possibility until the debacle at Stalingrad and after that they merely followed orders like a flock of geese being led to the butcher shop.Of course, there was the well-publicized assassination attempt on the Fuhrer’s life and an ineffective measure of resistance from anti-Nazi citizens that wanted to end this chapter of German history as quickly as possible.November 1942In a way, it was entirely depressing to be sitting in my hotel room in war-torn. I swallowed and felt a knot tie in the pit of my stomach.“I look into everybody who asks for an interview...I ask around, find things out...certain...secrets...” she said rather seductively.“And very few people can or will tell you this, but I am a very, let's day, adventurous person...”I felt nervous. I didn't know where this was going.“A very, sexually adventurous person...” Tara lifted her hand moved it to my leg. “And before I die, I want to taste everybody in the world...” she leaned over.