”I excused myself to the washroom and received several more welcomes back home. On my return to our table, I wasn’t surprised to see the three guy... sniffing around Donna. One was on my seat with the other two on her right. I came to them and pulled up an empty chair to sit.They introduced themselves as Jim, Adam, and Brian. It was Jim seated beside Donna, eyeing her deep cleavage, who was promoted. I looked at the three gazing at Donna’s exposed tits and legs, in their minds they were already. ET 35, NIU25. This was getting weird.“What happened?” Melissa asked her husband, almost actingas if it were his fault the old alma mater was in themiddle of a complete collapse.“I think they fucked up.” Was Jerry’s straight-facedresponse.“No shit!” Melissa barked back.“Hey, watch the language, I don’t want to hear that.”Sheila was enjoying her sister’s anxious moments. Eventhough the score was a lot closer, this was about thetime. I live in an apartment in the Vanier sector, on the eastern end of Ottawa. It’s a neighborhood full of immigrants from places like East Africa, the Arab world and southeast Asia. It’s about the only place in this town where a gal like me can feel at home. Most of my neighbors are of non-European descent and I like this very much. As a biracial woman living in the Capital region of Canada, I am used to getting stared at longer than is deemed socially acceptable. It’s not always their fault,. I had dressed in my sexiest clothes, knowing that I would be spending the entire afternoon working alone with Michael.I could feel my thong rubbing against my swollen pussy lips. Just before the meeting, I went to the bathroom to retouch my lipstick, putting on a far heavier coat than was usual.Looking in the mirror, I knew that I exuded sex appeal, but as a final touch I reached under my black top and removed my bra; I wanted my loose boobs to look even heavier… The meeting went well; I knew.