Combined with my shortstature, it gave me a delicate quality to my appearance. That wasreinforced by my cherubic looking face; I just never got rid of...my babyfat in my cheeks. Despite being 22 years old, most people assumed I was ateenager. I also had a penchant to dress oddly. I liked to think that mysense of style was unique and an expression of my individuality. Thedress code at Calico was business formal that prosed a bit of a problemfor me, since I owned no suits and only two sport coats.. She pressed her body tightly to mine and with a smile she said wow good morning is that for me. I said yes but we had better eat before we get to that. She gave me a little pouty face and grabbed my hard cock that was straining to be free of my shorts. I gave her a swat on her hot little ass and said that we had all day to take care of that. As we ate breakfast we started to talk. I asked how she had seen her mom and me. She said that she would sneak up from her room and stand in our door way. Oh, My God! That was a view that kameez had a long slit. I could see her hips while she walked.Her panty was already at my nose in the bathroom. With no panty, that was a visual treat. I was sitting back to calm my erection and leave. But that just turned worse. After around 5 minutes, she returned to pick up the glass. But this time, she was the same with kameez and without salwar.I hadn’t finished drinking, so she was waiting in front of me. Saying it was very hot, she began sending some air. Moby caught and patted the bag in his hand. Opening it up he gave a deep inhale. ‘Weed eh?’ he grinned. ‘You high bitch?’. Sarah swallowed dryly. The first backward step she’d taken all day.‘Give me the bag’‘You fuckin high as a kite’. Moby laughed, enjoying how helpless the cocky teenager suddenly appeared. She looked around angrily. This was obviously a spoilt rich girl who was used to getting what she wanted. Her fists were clenched and her eyes seemed to ready to burn. ‘C’mon honey….say.