I hope that’s acceptable.”Gwen had heard of the The Coach House but it was one of the finer restaurants in town and considered quite expensive.“...ou have good taste in restaurants, Mr... ?”“Cramer, but let’s make it Tom. I also would like to think I have good taste in women. You’re not like the others who work here.”“Oh?”“I sense there is something deeper, of more substance.”“You do know how to flatter a girl.”“No need for flattery, Gwen. I’m just calling it as I see it.”She reddened. “Then once. She had both her boobs covered with a soft satin like saree. I was going nuts. We made eye contacts as I called out the waiter loud. A good 5-10 minutes of eye flirting, I wanted to try my luck with the lady as I could sense physical tension brroding between the lady and I. I made my friends face their chair towards the beach and stare into the beautiful moon-lit sky and the gushing waves. I was behind all my friends in the same direction, now almost everyone in the club did the same, her. I finally stood up, my legs shaking, and took one last glance at the undergarments laying on the ground. As I turned my back for the long walk home, I didn’t realize I’d never again wear such garments.I managed to sneak into the house without being spotted, rushing into the bedroom to clean up. I was usually quite fastidious about being clean, so nobody thought anything about the mid-afternoon bath I was taking. They knew I didn’t like using the showers in the girls’ locker room.. As I. Im a white dominant bull and I own a credit company. This muslim friend of mine whos real name is muhammed is a 45 year old skinny muslim who is 5'4 in height applied for a job as my personal assistant. I was actually looking for a female to fill that position but since his speech during his application was good and since he looked and sounded like a real submissive muslim I gave him the benefit of the doubt and hired him.You should know that im 6' tall and that I love owning both male aswell.