While she had heard people calling her pretty and slutty a lot before, she was very thrilled to hear HIM say that to her. And he really was meaning it... She bit her lip and looked up at him. "Ooh, stop it, stud!" She laughed, clearly embarrassed."It's true, though! I don´t talk shit to such hot women like you, babe!"She blushed again, flattered by his honest words. And he was clearly flirting with her, which she really did not mind."Well you are fucking hot, too, stud!", she admitted, blushing. Dad was talking to me, asking about work and friends and rent and goddamn money and I was answering automatically, solely focused on trying to seek out Scott. I couldn’t see him. There were only about fifty people there, plus wait staff, and for the life of me, I didn’t know where the hell he’d gone. He must have been close because the plug kept adjusting, getting faster, and slower, stopping, starting.My phone buzzed and I glanced at it surreptitiously.You look so frustrated, kitten.I crossed. I was working at the local factory as a heavy machine operator and then after hours I was working as a bartender in a local club. Why would I do that, you ask? Because, my wife wanted to live like white collared folks and we had to have the house with the white picket fence and we needed the club and gym membership to meet people.Why did we need to meet new people? All my friends from high school were living around us and we had a healthy social life with them before we got married. Once we got. All of which would lead to serious corporal punishment, from OTK, to belting, paddling, birching, caning, and even bastinado (whipping the soles of the naked feet). But for the first, it was simply him walking in on me playing with my dick. Saturday finally arrived after a whole week of intense anticipation for both of us. I left the front door unlocked and Michael walked in on me while I had my pants unzipped and my soft cock (I was so excited that I could not get hard, if that makes sense!).