But work hard – any hours you want.”“How old are you?”“41 – I have three k**s. My husband’s work hours have been cut recently.”“You�...��ve got a nice shape. That’ll get you good tips.” The way she carried herself and eyed the other guys in the place indicated she was proud of her body - knew her way around men.“Mmm…you know…the k**s keep me busy.” “No doubt you breast-fed them.”“Pardon??”“Your chest, let’s be totally honest, is pretty damn fine.” Adding with a smirk and wink: “Obviously you didn’t. And the two buttons she'd left undone parted, giving me a good view of her milky white breasts and her pale white bra. She danced back and forth, and her heavy breasts moved and swayed despite her brassiere. Then her fingers came up. Her fingers began to toy with that third button, and the she let it drop to dance around me. She turned and wiggled her bottom in front of me. I could see her looking back at me, lips pink and moist, dark eyes full of laughter. She mouthed me a kiss. As she danced.. "You want me, you want my dick dont you" I calmly reply. She says "no,no, no I cant" but looking away not looking me in the eyes. I ask "can you handle it". She says "maybe but I cant I'm married". I ask "how bad do you want it". She says "I dont", I then ask so why are you still standing here talking to me about it with my hand still sqeezing your PHAT ass". She jumps back and pulls my hand off her ass. I tell her come here and she follows without hesitation. We walk over by clothing. The men standing before him were a study in contrasts. Nathanial Woollcott was an Army man, and stood quietly. Woollcott's boss, the head of Strategic Materials, was breathing unevenly and couldn't keep his hands still.Good subordinates were hard to come by and the executive hated to lose Woollcott. He could have gone far at DLA. The head of Strategic Materials had been a damned fool to have let this disaster go as far as it had. It was the man's responsibility to reign in hard chargers like.