“Gosh, how many looks I am gonna get tonite?” she was enjoying the moment.“Just have fun. Let them stare,” I was encouraging her.“I hope the... just stare. They look quite eager to pounce on me,” she replied sipping her drink.“Right here in the pub? Wow, what a sight that would be,” I was teasing her.“Shut up! You just want to have me used,” she replied, not exactly complaining about it. We finished our drinks. “Let’s go to the dance floor. Let’s show them something more.” Rashmi grabbed my hand. She doesn’t react to my nervy attempt at a joke. Suddenly I’m terrified again, terrified that I’m the only one here for the reasons I think we’re all here for. Especially with this stern, strong, beautiful woman before me. A woman who knows she’s already one up on me. “Sorry, umm, sorry.” “Why are you here?” Just the question I don’t want. And she asks it with a tiny smirk. Surely she knows. But maybe she wants a deeper answer. How much longer can I beat around the bush? I feel myself. Iwas hoping it would merely be a repeat performance, but Mrs. Wilmingtonhad different ideas and wanted to take our time together 'to the nextlevel'. We started off by showering together and using a depilatorycream and a lady's razor to remove all my body hair. I was man enough toadmit that the smooth skin felt amazing, especially as she pulled up thestockings and attached them to the garter belt, but her calling me hergood girl the entire night was a little too extreme for me.Opal having sex. Pamby, what are some of your principles and beliefs?" Well, I want one thing understood - right up front. We're patriotic Americans. We support our government. Yes Sir! We're definitely for honor and integrity, especially in the White House," he explained."We feel Presidents should be like George Washington. He never told a lie - at least they never caught him at it!" he laughed. "Of course that Cherry tree thing with the Axe was kind of suspect..." he grudgingly admitted."And, look how.