He was a bit unshaved and not as tidy as he use to be and he told me that his whife is away visiting the family in Palestine for 2 months and he had t... do the cooking all by himself. His c***dren are living their lives and so on. We went off the bus and sort of ended up at the same shops all the time. i do like the arabians, i do my shopping at several places and at the halal butcher (will tell you that story later haha)I bought gumbos ans several other arabic ingredients and the man came up to. I got up finally relieved and went up to her. She comforted herself on the bed with her feet towards me and started browsing through the magazine.She pointed me to start massaging. I went up to her and started pressing her legs. In about 10-15 minutes, she motioned her feet towards my face and started to play with my face while still reading the adult magazine (she too could have got sexually charged looking at the images).She ordered me take out every piece of clothing except for my underwear. Her hair was tied back, and she looked like she was ready to work. “Carol, you’re here? We were expecting a couple of big construction guys, not a sexy woman, certainly not the owner of the company!” I said, while thinking to myself, wow, her body was totally hidden by that suit she wore in her office. “Not that we’re not glad to see you again, I’m just surprised to see you dressed like this.” “Well,” she replied, “This is how I started my company, I was the crew. I sent the boys off on a much. But, there is a problem – he can’t get them buttoned. I could barely contain my laughter as I continued to “sleep” while he kept saying “button your pants man! Button your pants man!” He left me unbuttoned and left the room.He did not close the door behind him and while I could not hear what was being said, I knew he was whispering with Charles, his father. At one point they both looked into where I was lying, then more excited whispering. Once again I was left with an insatiable ache.