I had begun to pick up Bengali then but I was not very clear of what these names stood for. She would often try getting close to me physically. She wo...ld brush my hand while serving, lean very close to me and whisper into my ear to share some private thoughts, putting on a different perfume, showing off more of her waist and navel. She would bend to pick up things, showing her buttocks to me (earlier she would have done the same things kneeling down). She went to the extent of casually. My name is Tyson.’ I take you all in standing there in front of me… Your black dress, your green eyes feel like they could pierce right through me. ‘Can I buy you a drink Lucy? Or if you’re up to it, I have a bottle of champagne in my room upstairs.’ I say in more of a low, sexy tone.. looking deep into your eyes. Lucy: I hold your gaze for a moment and say.. ‘Champagne sounds perfect.’ Tyson: I hold out my arm for you to take. You reach behind and rest your hand on the inside of my elbow. I. What she saw pleased her mostly. Fair skin but with a few too many freckles(never mind that most of her friends at school told her they were sexy), a pair of slightly bloodshot blue eyes, and a very attractive face. Her nose was a little too big she thought, but no one ever complained. Her best features, the ones she knew would always get the students to look still pleased her. Her hair was straight, and long, stopping just below her waist, like a golden-blonde waterfall. And her eyebrows,. She giggled at Paul as he quickly did as she requested. He was undressed by the time he got back to the bed. Olivia looked him over and decided he would do. He was nicely hung and well-muscled. While not tall, he was well proportioned.She wondered if his firm thighs and trim arse could keep those hips moving as long she required to be sated. Walter had tired quickly and had left her unfulfilled. ‘Come to think of it, ‘ she thought. ‘Raymond hadn’t been much better.’Paul helped her out of her.