"Face the bed and bend over with your legs spread."Holy shit! This guy wouldn't look out of place in a concentration camp. You would almost think my l...ttle striptease left him completely cold."Further apart! Put your hands on the bed to support yourself."Looks like the dyke's going to join in the action. She's put on a pair of rubber gloves and is lubricating them with some gooey stuff. Now she pushes a finger into my cunt. One finger? No. Two. Three! Christ, that feels tight.What does she. .O.k. (BTW sexual harassment wasn't talked about back then like it is today). He told me one of the women is quite capable, highly skilled and had a great personality. She was stern and competent.So I sat through the 2 interviews, and was impressed with both the women. Both very skilled. Only one problem I could see (personally not professionally) was that one of the women was married. So we discussed who we should hire and we selected Carol.Carol was single, in her late 20's (about a year. His existing wardrobe was straight out of high school, jeans, t-shirts ... I think he had like, one, collared shirt." I'm a low maintenance guy," I protested. It was apparent that Spencer was using the evening to get more details about me, but there wasn't much I could do to stop it that wouldn't make her want to dig harder, and it wasn't like Christine was going to be able to tell her much. I picked off one of Christine's pieces that was poised to move into her 'home.'"Hey!" she whined, and. What can I bring you for refreshment," the man says.He replies, "Coke with lots of ice."Fred scurries off to the kitchen. He walks to the back of the restaurant. Raveena spots him and waves him over.She says, "Hello again, I see you found your way around." Yes I did. Thank you so much for your help. I didn't introduce myself this morning. My name is Bill Roberts. How do you do Raveena Walker? Am I correct?"She smiles at him, "I am great and yes you are right. You can call me Raven. Let me.