What the fuck?There was no way. Just no way that she’d forgotten again. She was certain she remembered putting on her blue thong this morning. But s...e was equally certain that she wasn’t wearing it now. Just to confirm it to herself, she carefully slid a finger under the tight waist of the skirt, and found nothing but the bare skin of her hip.Marta hurried back to her desk, sitting in her chair while she thought this through. Morning, shower, breakfast, closet… matching bra and panties today,. "Settle down, boys."This wasn't going quite the way I'd hoped, but at least she hadn't turned on her heel and walked away."Maybe I'll join you."I felt a throb. I think Jim did, too.A few minutes later she showed up in her bikini, bringing Cokes for all of us. I forced myself to look her in the eyes. I don't think I stared at her boobs for more than 500 times, though, but I was pretty good. I didn't want to scare her off, even if I really liked the view and wasn't hiding it very well.Kathy. Neither of us were crazy about doing modern pop covers, and even the thought of doing older 60’s covers wasn’t terribly appealing either. This was supposed be ‘fun’ for us, and the thought of singing even the classic songs of the Beatles for three months straight had zero appeal. Torch songs? Maybe occasionally, but that wasn’t much fun for her, she did too much of that at the clubs and lounges back home. That left us with retro, stuff so old and obscure that we could maybe make it sound new.. I was so taken up by the food I was eating I failed to take note of what was going on below me on the floor. Slut was ravenously scooping up the vegetables in her fingers and shovelling them into her mouth. I remembered she had spent all day and half of last night with nothing more than half a loaf of stale bread, a lump of cheese and a packet of biscuits although, to be fair, I had fed her before I’d thrown her out.By the time Magda and I had finished she has licked her bowl clean and was.