I loved dressing to order. My seamed black stockings were positioned perfectly: the seams running down the centre of both legs, dissapearing into the ...exy black boots. The clips on my burlesque cup less basque were metal, like in the 70s. Very sexy. My boobs were pushed up and together. This basque made them look absolutely fantastic, Dave was going to be impressed. My thick pearl necklace and dangly pearl earrings also enhanced my appearance - but what completely rounded off my look was my. They defecate where they sleep and eat, and pollute the water they drink. The few latrines dug are far too shallow – it is mostly marshland where the Greeks are camped. I have sited my regiment well away from their main encampment.”He pointed to a gaggle of Greek soldiery moving towards Missolonghi.“The news that Milord Byron now leads the Greeks not only brings in recruits but also peace to what had been low level internecine warfare between the various Greek political factions.”“I am anxious. That way he could easily communicate with me, and I could answer all of his computer questions throughout the day. His office was lush, secluded, and very private. Everything was screened, and nobody could get in without going through a few stations first. My office was almost like an extension of his, because we communcicated so much with each other. This unique situation allowed plenty of time for messing around, and we did just that on a regular basis. In the office it was mostly oral play,. But once my eyes settled on his lanky frame, I began tallying all the important details.Height? About 6-foot 2. Weight? Maybe 170. Hair? Hard to tell; maybe blonde. It was cut so short it could have been any color. Race? Definitely pasty white. From the look of him I calculated Midwest, maybe Ohio strip shopping center Barnes & Noble clerk. Clothes? A polo-style shirt and khaki cargo shorts that were a little too short for his frame, falling just above his knobby knees. He ensemble was topped.