She was more beautiful and hot than in her pics. She was wearing a black top and leggins… When she turned I had a look at her ass. It was in perfect...shape. Her size might be 32-28-34. She was the hottest women. She said me to sit and insisted me to have breakfast. I agreed and she went to the kitchen to prepare it. I was bored alone in a living room so I followed her to the kitchen and was checking out her figure from the backside. She asked me with a smile what I am doing.. I said her that. Always at the end of the evening Greg wrote her a check, wished her a good week and waved goodbye as he walked to his car. When he was gone Jen always made herself a relaxing latte, wearing a big smile and wishing that one day he might stay to share one. “You didn’t say you were going to Switzerland .” Jen quizzed as their hour ticked into its later neighbor. “This time last week I didn’t know I was going.” Greg laughed. He was a journalist and traveled what seemed like a lot to her. . She burst out laughing and said that's fucking great your fucking these old whores for your work. She was laughing hysterically. Those old whores she said are so judgmental about me and they are worse cause they hide it. What bitches. I laughed and told her it wasn't all of them. She didn't care she was convinced I fucked them all. She told me she had fucked or blown most of the single men in their club and these women though she was discussing. Now I was hoping. As we talked some more she took. "Yeah... She coming in now. If you say so, bye." Coming through the door now slightly annoyed, Kiandra sighed knowing she was complaining to her best friend again.She knew Alana had been upset with not being able to spend much time together since Kiandra had been working hard at her job as a coordinator and main event planner. But it's not like she wasn't busy either, Alana was pulling shifts in a restaurant that rivaled her hours in culinary school.Speaking of, the scent that wafted through.