I wanted to make sure she was not a cop trying for a prostitution or solicitation bust. I explained to her that if she wanted to interview for the job...advertised she could follow me to my house. She asked for the cash first and I told her the cash was at my house.I stopped her at the front door as I turned around after opening it and said that she needed to leave everything in the box there on the porch and enter naked to start the interview, ‘it is a Power Exchange BDSM job’ leaving the door. ** Doreen ran to her front door to meet the meter man. She opened the door slowly and gave the guy a really big smile. She was just as naked as she was in the window. Doreen was showing off her big, beautiful smile. Her body was tan and looked amazing. Her blonde hair was down and her blue eyes were sparkling. The meter man just admired her beauty. “You’ve got to be the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” “Please come in. I'm Doreen.”"My name is Tommy. Nice to meet you."Doreen pulled Tommy into her. There certainly wasn't a woman on the boat. He didn't see many at the cleaning stands where he gutted his fish either. On reflection, he couldn't think of any women that he'd talked to outside of the women he met in the checkout line while grocery shopping. He wasn't quite sure what was acceptable when talking to a strange woman."Oh I did," Abigail replied. She chided herself and focused on not letting her Alabama accent creep back into her conversation. Abigail considered herself educated now. Jesse left for the concert telling me she would be staying overnight at her friend’s house in walking distance of the hall. P.C. Anderson told me she would look out for her as she was working security duty to make sure the young virgins were well protected whilst on the government hall grounds. That meant I would be alone for the weekend with Mrs. Mahmoud and that sent a shudder up my spine fearing that she might want to use my body to relieve her tension of a foreign assignment. In.