Nervously I asked Ayesha, “Can’t you wear modest clothes?”“Baby, it’s a web series. People just watch once and forget. It’s no big deal,�... she said while selecting a few skirts and moving to the changing rooms.A young guy opened the door for us and counted the pieces. Ayesha dropped her jeans and stepped into a red micro-mini. It looked shorter than required but no words were coming out of my mouth. Her long waxed legs were on full display and the tight skirt was making her ass an object of. He reached his hand up, it hung there in the air as he hesitated. It didn’t matter at this point, his car was wrecked, his clothes were wrecked. He may as well give these folks their pizza before he got fired. His paw-like hand rapped on the ornate white door three times and he waited. His ears angled towards the house as he heard the small dinner party going on inside. He sniffed his nose, three, no…four guests and the family of five that lived there. All adults by the smell of their sexes. He. "They shook hands and Greg offered the woman something to drink. She opted for a glass of wine and then they took her in to see Mandy's artwork.Karen didn't say much as she studied each one of the pieces. She did look them over carefully, moving up close then stepping back to get the full 'feel' of each one. Finally she turned to Traci."You didn't tell me how good Mandy is. I just wish I was this talented." Then she turned to Mandy. "My dear, you have a real talent for capturing the real. ”“I think you are worth it.”There were about sixty people there and they all stood up and clapped. We did not know any of them. We were the only ones on the dance floor for our first dance. After the song finished we cut the cake, as good as she looked I was not going to smash it in her face. The cake was gone in fifteen minutes everybody got a piece. By this time it was eight-forty and neither Judy or I were hungry, we were thirsty. As the cake was given out we had two drinks.We finally got to.