”Maria’s eyes brightened a bit as the depth of what Hawk was saying began to sink in. She cautiously responded to Hawk’s revelation, “So, what...you are saying is that while they might no longer be primarily an Apache, they continue to be a Native American, sub-group Apache. As a result, the different tribes could actually become stronger, rather than weaker.”“Exactly. We’d become a nation, or at least a confederation, within a nation. If we are no longer socially, politically, or economically. She also told me how to reach there.Being such a cutie,i was pursued to help her.Her presentation was regarding marketing policies which was my such pet subject,that i was bored off it.Up to the evening,we had finished with it. She shook my hand and i could sense deep gratitude in her eyes.It’s not a big deal,i said.You helped me,i helped you.Nothing else.I said Then our talk drifted to more casual channels.She asked me if i had a girlfriend.I said yes,back in India.But also added,that i’m in. Whoever it was was getting a bit more confident and without her even being aware of it her hand tweaked a nipple under her dress sending a light thrill through her.The breathing on the line felt warm in a way – not remotely threatening – and she was excited when the stranger asked if she would touch herself between the legs.She leant down to clutch the hem of her dress and lifted it so she could do what he asked and what she now wanted.She put the handset on the bar briefly and hooked off her. I decided that I would wear a red dress that was quite short above my knees and buttoned up the front, white 4” heels, black stockings, a white lace bra and panties, both of which were totally see through and a white suspender belt.Manfred had said that he wanted me to dress like a burlesque queen, well I was certainly looking like a burlesque slut.I remembered that the last time he had visited he had shown me pictures of his ex girlfriend on his phone when my husband was out if the room.The.