This was making me excited to the maximum. I could feel my erect cock straining against my undies. I knew exactly this would be the fate of my cock ev...ry evening all days. Days went by we became more and more close. But still decent, me just enjoying the sight of her long hair and her hot body.. I really get chance to caress her long hair many times everyday and never misses it. I would go behind her while she is sitting on a chair, in such a way that i can smell her hair.. I even caress her. But wait - the last time I had the nerve to actually drive through here (doors securely locked and windows shut tight, of course!), the street was littered with abandoned businesses and burned-out buildings. No, fate had not been kind to our little town in the rust belt. The working families of my childhood, with their whitewashed fences and their painstakingly trimmed patches of lawn, had long since moved away. Nowadays, only those too hopeless, too beaten, or too far gone into booze or drugs. He could have me sacked for putting him on 67 if I annoy him further. He could even buy the restaurant just to sack me personally.»What the Maître d' did not know is that Maktum would have unhesitatingly strangled him in the middle of his own restaurant had the Emir expressed the slightest wish for such a service, and it would have cost the Emir, may he live for ever, nothing whatever.When Paulette arrived at work she was immediately called before the Maître d' and asked about the €1,000 tip. " "You want me to take off my bra and give it to you? For fifty dollars?" "Yes. All you have to do is slide your bra off here at the table, and I'll give you fifty dollars." Juana looked down at her shirt. She could see the outline of her bra through the thin material. "I can't. Without a bra, you'll be able to see... I mean..." "Well that is sort of the point. I'll give you sixty." Juana looked around at the near empty restaurant. There were some customers toward the front, but nobody near her.