"Oh hon, lots of men wear pantyhose, you just wouldn't know it to lookat them. They really are nice to wear and feel great! I take it younever put a...pair on?" she asked hopefully."No way!" he exclaimed."Well hon, if you want this job, you will be trying them out today," shesaid, looking at him in a hopeful yet unsure way. Gulp."Um I don't know about this, this is weird," he said suddenly verynervous."Look, it's ok sweetheart, no one will see you but me, now go on intothe bathroom over there. "At dusk we drove to the band's camp. There was a large fire and I could see that the whole calf was already roasting. Two men were playing djeridoos. The lubras were putting baskets of yabbies near the pyre. There were more folks than there had been in Riverton. A very large gin in a gaudily-flowered dress ran over and hugged me."Hello, Meena. It's been too long. This is Weena and this is Patrick." I turned to Weena, "Meena is Jacky's mother." So I now Patrick's almost-granny!" she. The caller was obviously a friend of her, also living on campus, and they chatted away about classes and plans for the weekend. Then, suddenly my beautiful tormenter turned around, and looked at me with a cunning look. Shifting her phone to her left hand, she began circling my navel with the fingers of the other. I groaned again."Yeeeees, I did..." she said smugly."Right here," she said, answering another question, and patting me on my belly. "Thanks for letting me borrow them," she added with. She watched her heart-shaped ass bounce down the hallway to the elevator and smiled at the girl as the doors closed on her disappearing form. She had given her an extra cell phone just in case she wanted to inform her of her progress and how her reading was received by the casting director. Angela personally knew the casting director and had given him several blow jobs just to keep her hand in the game and keep him on her side in future projects.He was a mixed blood male with no hang-ups about.