I missed the way she always dressed so tantalizing and how men and women alike looked at her with lust in their eyes. Everyone always showed her so mu...h attention when we were in public. It seemed that everyone we met could see the same things I saw in her. She was gorgeous, tall, blonde, always had a huge infectious smile and was just so damn friendly to everyone, and just so approachable. The kind of person that makes you feel good just being around them. That was her. Most people took her. But at the same time being the guy I am, it’s driven me nuts because I’m a very visual person. To compensate, over the years I have taken to occasionally visiting strip clubs. I would never cheat on Ashley but there is something about seeing a live naked woman that I really enjoy. And since she wouldn’t satisfy that need, this is one way I have compensated. I’m also a secret connoisseur of on-line porn. I really enjoy the amateur sites where regular women either show off or are caught. I wasted no time in coming directly to the point in hand. "I am sorry, Sir Bristow, I must insist that you rein in the activities of your personal assistant." Insist, Sir? Insist? I am not sure I appreciate such language. Ms Mbute is a valued employee of the Institute. She has done nothing of which the Institute would disapprove, I am sure."It was clear that his opinion of his assistant was completely clouded by her undoubted physical allure. "Sir Bristow, Miss Mbute's actions are in utter. From the glass she was skinny and didn't seem to have much of an ass but she was actually sexier than she looked. She was wearing a matching pair of cotton lingerie. Pink with white tiny polka dots."What are you doing here? Get out!" The dressmaker yelled at me.I shouted I'm sorry as I threw her procedure to the dressmaker's assistant, the one who always takes note of the measurements.After the fitting, she went out of the room with the procedure in her hand.She looked at me and her face.