Marcelo had of course gotten rather embarrassed, and apologized. Though Leila had just smiled and told him what a lucky wife he had."Oh, Leila… I…... Marcelo looked over at his twenty-four-year-old secretary in her extremely tight beige dress. Her natural breasts pouring out of her healthy cleavage. He felt so embarrassed that she had caught him like this, and hurried to put his phone down and awkwardly struggled to get up to his feet.Leila giggled to herself when her boss’s chair went wobbling. “Good, now let’s get down to business. I think we all know the point of the party but I am going to put it on the table so there is no confusion. After a couple of hours of getting to know everyone, I will gather everyone into this room. Each one of the men will put their keys in this bowl. The women will one by one pull out a set of keys, not your husband’s. The women will accompany the owner of those keys back to their house for the night. I don’t what there to be any misconceptions about. But she only got to the bottom end of the table,where he could see her if he lifted his head. And lift his head he did.His view was sort of obstructed by the pole sticking up from his groin,but he didn't mind. He was just in time to see her turn and take off herjacket. But her movements were no longer sensual. Instead, they werebrisk and businesslike. She unzipped and unbuttoned the skirt at theback, then took it off. She deftly unbuttoned her blouse and took thatoff as well. Next, she pulled. My appearance had changed since the last pictures I had sent to him, and I wondered if he would approve. What use to be my long red hair was now shoulder length, I always cut it off right before the summer, and now it wasn't all red. I had the beautician put blonde highlights in my hair when I had it cut. She told me that it would look great like that, it would really enhance my fair complexion, and I couldn't pass that up.The rest of me was the same, I am still short, standing at only five.