I sent regret messages to the ones who didn't sound like what I wanted and said that I filed the job. I called 7 of them and scheduled them for inter...iews. Two would be on Monday, one on Tuesday, two Thursday and two Friday. Each of the ones I called back sounded eager, friendly and a bit flirtatious on the phone. This is what I liked and talking to them being so eager would give me an erection each time. This might turn out to be very beneficial. So Monday rolled around and at 10:30 that. One of which is about an interview with Austin Powers: the legendary womanizing photographer and British spy from the 60's, who froze himself to hunt his enemy, Dr. Evil. He and his wife, Foxy Cleopatra, often travel the world, not just doing business or saving the world, but also hosting swingers parties. John honestly admires Austin Powers in many ways, and a tiny bit jealous that he gets to sleep with so many sexy and beautiful women he wants, especially as Foxy joins in...Suddenly the radio. We'd drunk a fair bit last night, falling asleep through a mixture of tiredness and alcohol long before I'd had opportunity to put you in your place, still there was no time like the present. Climbing onto the bed I move up your body until I'm straddling your waist, taking a firm grip of your hair I pull your head back, whispering in your ear all the things I'm going to do, telling you what a brat you could be, reminding you who was boss.Taking a pair of scissors I cut your knickers from you. They opened like a flowered as her little clit slipped out from between her lips and I felt my self start to grow as I looked at her. ‘I love how it can go from so small to so big.’ She said as she reached down taking it in her hands. ‘And as it gets bigger I can do this!’ She moved one knee onto the lounge next to me and as she lowered her self down she guided my dick into her wet box then brought her other leg up so that she was setting on me, impaling her self on my cock. She wasn’t moving.