She leans her head on him awkwardly as they walk and sighs. Why is he still single? He probably works too much.Cherry wood double doors open up into a...high ceiling office room with bookshelves built into the walls and a bar cart over by the side. There is a large wooden desk dominating the center of the back wall with three monitors. It looks out over the elongated expanse of the room where a wide rug hides the wood underneath. It is masculine, in bronze, deep stained wood, and even sentinel. She said she hadn't seen them and she left the room. I got up and showered. I was drying off when Tamara staggered into the bathroom."Good morning," she said. "Sorry I didn't join you last night. Audrey needed me last night. We had a long talk about Mike and you." Is she better?" A little. I don't know if she and Mike are right for each other but time will tell. She asked some very direct questions about us. I answered the best I could." What did she want to know?" She wanted to know if we were. Her B-cup breasts were topped with nipples that were fully erect. She wasn't wearing a bra. The tight fitting shirt showed the curves of her chubby belly. I began to rub my crotch in anticipation. I was going to enjoy every second of fucking her against her will. I forced myself to pull my hand away from my pulsating dick. I drew my knife. I had sharpened it today. I wasn't planning on cutting her at all, much less killing her, I just wanted to scare the shit out of her. I would much. . especially when the house lights dimmed and the first finalist was called onto the stage...“Ladies and gentleman” began Chris Maple, “would you please welcome our first finalist to the stage ... Miss Vhasha Singh.”Everyone clapped loudly as Miss Vhasha Singh came on stage with a slightly nervous step. This was already her fourth appearance having made it through the other three rounds but knowing that this was ‘The Final Round’ added a slightly new level of tension to the moment.The young.