I never believed that I was beautiful, although I have been told I should be a model by almost everyone I know. I'm tall, I'm not toned, but not chubb..., I have long muscular legs, big thighs, and proportionate curves that fit my body type. I noticed a woman sitting in the same area I was waiting in, who looked like she could be a supermodel. She looked like a Barbie Doll, if not better than one. She had blonde hair, and a perfect figure. She was wearing a cute outfit, a black and white, tight. His stubble jaw rose to her, a murderous expression on his face. Then his stare lowered to her eager boobs. With a groan, his head fell on them like a man arriving from the desert. He rubbed his stubble on her mounds, inhaling her womanly scent. Dragging to her left, he opened his mouth and latched on her engorged nipple.Oh, yes!He ate it with all he had and shifted to the other, getting her wet and hungry. His hips rubbed on her pussy with its enormous ridge.“Hey, Nick!” Jack called from the. "Who'd ever make an offer like that?"We were interrupted by the waiter returning with our drinks. We placed our meal orders and waited for the waiter to leave again."You're aware of the resources we can bring to bear on anything we're interested in pursuing." I told him. "We are making money hand over fist and we haven't even begun to see the conversion of the personal automobile industry yet, and we both know it is inevitable." I can't dispute that, but..." But despite the unlikeliness of it,. I couldn't afford for him to divorce me then, and I did have to promise to behave and resolved to hide my usage better. Cocaine and fine champagne are the only two acceptable drugs at the top of society and a necessary accessory to establish one's place as being among the privileged rich, and being above their lesser rivals."History" indeed. Ok, I admit that I enjoyed using it while at University perhaps 'just a bit too much' and I had quite the reputation at my elite Sorority (Sigma Lamda Tau,.