She tottered over and sat by them. They loved her nipples showing through the thin material of her top and after buying her some very large drinks wou...d lean over and give them a gentle rub through the material.She really played the part well and laughed as they talked dirty to her. She overheard the barman tell one of them that she was a 'right slag'. One of the builders asked if she'd like to see their van. She smiled and downed the triple vodka they'd bought her then stood up on wobbly legs.. ”― Jaroslav Hašek, The Good Soldier Švejk(Author’s Note: Not wanting to be presumptuous in claiming to be an author or even an Historian for that matter, I wanted to add this little reminder for reader’s interest. The following few chapters deal with “cleaning up operations” for Hitler prior to Operation Barbarossa and highlight his obsession with North Africa and the ever mounting pressure to find adequate oil supplies to grease his tentacles of power across the civilized world. I hasten to. The whole thing really pissed me off. Besides that, I felt extremely guilty for cheating on Stu. Even if it wasnt my fault. I couldnt tell my husband about it. Hed end up confronting Randy and Id just come off looking guilty. Id have to make it up to him somehow. To make matters worse, Stu called and said he had to stay another day, which was bad too. It just gave me more time to think about what Id done. I drew a hot bubbly bath, got a glass of wine and settled into the bubbles. Stu was the. Brushing my hair back he pressed his lips to mine. I melted in his young strong arms and we kissed and teased each other with our tongues. As we kissed I reach down sliding my hands inside his shorts taking hold of his hard erect cock. I moaned and began to stroke it. I broke from our kiss “want to fuck me you little faggot” I blurted out. Taking his hand and leading him up to the bedroom. Once there I raided my dress pulled off my panties and set on the edge of the bed. Reaching out pulling.