I have a huge thing for exotic names. ‘Hello, Moira. It’s nice to meet you. Your name is very … fitting.’ I beamed a smile at her, and she loo...ed at me quizzically. Shelly turned toward Moira partially and looked at her over her shoulder. Seeing the slight confusion, and apparently concerned that Moira might think I was making fun of her, she smiled and said, ‘He means it’s hot.’ I nodded and locked eyes with Moira. She blushed, but her face lit up with a smile and her huge almond eyes glowed.. I put on my champange coloured silky bra, suspender belt and panties. As I finished my third glass of wine I then slid on my flesh stockings and silky short yellow dress. As I then applied my make up i heard my sixteen year old son come in downstairs. He shouted up that he brought an old friend back but that he was going out again soon. I put on my high heels and went downstairs. Just then I had a phonecall from my so called date who was cancelling, so I told him never again. I was devasted and. Everyone, except I. Directly in front of me was an awesome brunette, whose ass cheeks had been firmly sandwiched against my thighs since we started the ride. She seemed the type of bitch to make the most of an unpleasant situation. When that crowded elevator finally slid to a groaning, rumbling halt between floors, both she and me were the only ones pleased. She glanced back over her shoulder, winked, and mouthed silently into the corner where I was hidden: "Want to play…?"Distracted by her. Anything her heart desired would be handed to her as Mary was the only daughter with one younger brother.Ruth often wondered how a plantation owner’s daughter could be so spoiled with love and gifts and still not let it corrupt her. Ruth smiled as she thought about how Mary would give her gifts and treat her as a true friend and not a person who owned her. Ruth was even so brash as to ask Mary to buy her mother from her old owner. When Mary came back saying that her father offered to buy her.