Eighty-odd years old, more than ninety considering all the time he spent in other phases, and as excitable as a youngster."Sir, may I draw your attent...on to the fact that your silver top is still uncovered. Shouldn't you be wearing your turban? Without the tag this time?"Wilbur was unflustered. He reached into the wide pocket of his parka and pulled out a chequered dishcloth that he proceeded to wind around his head till he looked like a low-budget copy of Yasser Arafat, now deceased."Salaam,. She is 23 years old, she is working, let me describe you her she is an amazing girl with assets of 36-24-24. Last month I was returning from my gym, all of sudden my eyes went on her, and we exchanged smiles, and we left.Next day while I was returning back home she met me and we introduced ourselves, and also exchanged numbers. We both started with hi and hellos. Initially, she was very secretive but slowly we both started opening up. We started chatting, and becoming free, over a period of. "Red help her off with that shirt." Will ordered. "I can do it." Holly said. She pulled off her top exposing her breasts to the two men. "There, are you satisfied?" she asked. "I wanta see that ass." Red said excitedly. Will motioned for her to drop her panties saying "You heard the man, let's see that ass." Holly turned her back to them and lowered her panties. "Oooohh, I'd like to tear that up." Red stated appreciatively "Damn you gotta fine ass. That's better than some sisters I know." Will. She was learning she liked the exposure and fear.Page said, "She is a gift from Lord Blackmon to Master Carl. I don't think Master Carl is the sharing kind, at least not without asking first."Silas looked out the glass door at Carl. The cold fury that was evident in his face made the tailor reconsider his actions. With an expression that showed regret and envy, he pushed Willow towards the door. Page was right behind.As Willow and Page passed Carl, he did not look at them. He was wholly focused.