.. is that sort of like a sales position?”She pondered for a beat. The truth was a bit nuanced but she decided to shrug and nod her head in response...instead of giving the long answer.“Hmm well, that makes sense. A couple of pretty gals like yourselves can probably charm the pants off of some rich executives.”Sara blushed, chuckling, “Well, I suppose.”“Um, I’m nothing but professional,” said Becca, raising an eyebrow, “and I’m sure this one here saves the ‘charm’ for her boyfriend back. YES! Curtsey to me while you apologize! Yes, RIGHT NOW!Very good darling! Now why don't you get me ready for bed? I think I'll let you brush my hair again tonight. It relaxes me so nicely.***Yes darling, I'll take a refill on the coffee. Thanks. Dishes all done? Kitchen tidied up? All ready for work then. Charles? Lift your pant leg a little, would you please? Yes - very good. See? I told you that you'd look much better without those ugly socks you were wearing. These dark blue nylons go very. She began to removed her top, maybe she believed the tight white shirt underneath was enough to hide her breasts? they seeped through her shirt, she was wrong. Although beneath a shirt, her breasts still were beautiful; my heart began racing."What did you have in mind? Watch the sunset on a beach? Dance beneath moonlight? I'll do whatever!"she placed a finger on her pink lips, "Hmm... Is it true what your friends say? While having a little conversation with one of them, and he mentioned you. I had taken my college girlfriend to the art museum for a fun, downtown, midday date. It was inexpensive and a great way to just spend time with one another, plus, as we were both Art majors, it made sense to visit the museum frequently. We could talk and laugh and simply enjoy each other's company while also being able to take in some culture. "Daisy" was as cute as she could possibly be. She was very petite, only coming up to my collarbone, with a slim waist and the most perfect, if small,.