I had some idea what you saw... a tall, lean body stretched so that my muscles, ribs, and hips were exposed and etched in contrast. My breasts hanging...down only slightly, as they were lifted by my arms above my head. The sweat of the pain and exertion giving my naked skin a sheen.After observing your handiwork and allowing time for me to stop wiggling and give in to the new position, you approached me, and placed your hands around my ass, one hand on each cheek. I don't remember you removing. "I have a man I'd like you to meet. I think he can help you. Could you come to our offices tomorrow morning?"Paul said he'd be there, and, after thanking Mr. Weisman and getting information about where to report and the name of the man he was supposed to see, he hung up.It wasn't a lawyer with the firm that Paul was to see, it was a man from the broadcasting business. The man, one Wendell Jemison, had been described by Weisman as a "radio broadcasting executive."At 10 a.m. the next day, Paul. "You think he is flirting with them? Or they with him??" asked Kira."Looks like it!!" Mark smiled.Deep down they both felt hurt that they hadn't been called by Roberto or by any of the four girls to come and join them. They were supposed to be friends. A clique. Also the four girls wore more sluttier clothes and behaved a lot like the girls in kid shows in television.As far as Mark and Kira were concerned, they abandoned Christ for the modern world."Look who is coming now!!" Mark smiled.Kira. Payal came inside and we stopped it. She was giggling and hitting her. It was already 10 by the time and the drinks got over. Payal insisted we stay and she went to get some whiskey.As soon as the door closed, we both started making out and went into the room and dimmed the lights. We were literally licking each other’s face and our hands were inside each other’s pants.Then I wasted no time as I didn’t know when Payal will come back. I pulled down the housewife’s pants and her panty, pushed her.