My pussy was still dripping from my last orgasm, I sat up now I had a little energy back, the titled floor was slick with my cum. Slowly climbing to m... feet, Billie put an arm round my waist to support me, I began to stumble over to the sink but he stopped me mid stride, his grip tightening on my waist to prevent me going any further. He pulled me back to where I was, and forced me to move in the other direction, towards the toilet cubicles. “In there” he commanded, an authoritative tone in his. While I had no doubt that she was used to plenty of male attention, speaking to me made her nervous and jittery. I probably had my pheromones to thank for that.She blushed and added, "I'll just have to take you somewhere private first."I inwardly sighed - there could be no denying my urges at this point, and I was probably going to incite a riot at the mall today. I smiled and said, "I imagine that a fitting room would be private enough?"She blushed and stammered out, "Why, yes. The formal wear. Let me know how you get on at the audit- sorry interview. Perhaps the milk will help.” “Help with what? You haven’t even told me what it is I’m going to be doing exactly.” “Oh don’t worry, you’ll be fine. A natural.” “A natural what?” but Samantha was getting ready somewhere out of earshot. Linda turned back to her notes – where had she got up to? It was amazing but every page she read, she already knew every word. It was as though the whole set of notes had been tattooed into her memory. . You know we are just making a joke,? the Blond kid smiled. ?Oh no. I don?t care about that. I thought it was funny. That?s all,? Farah smiled at the Blond kid.?Wow so you are cool about our jokes. I am surprised,? the kid with the brown hair said.?Surprised? Why?? Farah asked.?Well because you are the first Arab lady we know who doesn?t care about what jokes we make about Arabs,? the kid with the brown hair smiled.?I am no Arab,? Farah started getting annoyed and scowled at them.Persians.