"You know what I want," Glen said, almost shy."I like to hear you ask me," Patricia replied, her mouth hovering near his hard cock. "It makes me feel ...asty and dirty when you ask me to do things respectable girls shouldn't do." "Oh?" Glen said surprised. "Hmm, so my wife wants to feel a little dirty, eh?" Patricia nodded vigorously. "Okay then, my darling wife – ," Glen started."No, not your wife, your slut," Patricia corrected."Okay, you little slut," Glen started again, getting more into her. .. I never caught your name ... not that I cared! Are you two married now or is she still enjoying her role as your slutty mistress?"The man with her grasped her arm and said nervously, "Come on, Sherry. It's time we were leaving."She jerked out of his grasp. "I'm not ready to leave yet!" Then she got right in Diana's face and hissed, "How dare you call me a stupid, screwed up bitch! You don't know me! And what did you mean Charles married me thinking I was you?!"Diana remained calm and stared. ” I put everything down hauling in more than a few pieces. I must of made four trips before I had a good sized pile next to the hearth.Watching me the whole time, she was soon reaching back grasping my crotch as she said, “I just hope that your ‘wood’ is as good as last time!” With that she danced away with a little giggle.I shook my head as I watched her tight bottom dance away. My god I had forgotten just how beautiful she was! “At least we shouldn’t get struck here. The weather report only. Now I have to get a few other things done and ‘acquired’ then the hunt will begin.”So it was, after a quick handshake, the men departed. 3 December 1939 near front line of Russian 163rd Infantry DivisionMajor Joseph stood by the armored staff car with his sub-machine gun clenched tight in his grasp. His superiors in the NKVD (State Security) had made his instructions painfully clear; keep a close eye on the activities of Major-General Bogdan as he served as his driver, courier and personal.