He guided you to the small room he uses as a coffee room. He made you a coffee and suggested you looked at the modelling photos on the table as it wou...d only be another fifteen minutes and they would run out of time. Back in the studio, your wife was starting to relax as the guys made everything very busy arranging her as they wanted her. She was relaxing more and more and, as the guys requested things, she gradually adopted a “What the hell” attitude.They asked her to slip one of her boobs. "I know," and that was the last thing we said. I kissed her on the mouth and reached my hands up her shirt. There was something adorable about how overwhelmed she was by my aggressive move. I had her shirt off and was unfastening her bra when I straddled her on the chair she sat on. My hands held her breasts, her nipples in my palms, hardening from her arousal. She was a small b-cup, and perky for her age. Our tongues danced in each other's mouths, hers falling open a bit as I massaged her. Walter Ucumba was an exchange student from West Africa. He had never been so far away from home and he had found the United States both fascinating as well as frightening. Experiencing the usual home sickness that many college students felt, Walter threw himself into his studies. That is ’til he met Kelly with her brown hair and blue eyes, she caught his attention right away. Walter hadn’t come to the states to get into a relationship, he was here to work, to better himself. But Helen was just. I'm sure I could have a little fun and earn some money at the same time. I reached for my hand bag and from it retrieved a cigarette. "You can't smoke in here", Michael told me. "A lighter. And an ashtray. Now." I told him sternly. "What makes you think I would be your boss, Michael? What makes you think a woman like me would want to work with you?" As I spoke he searched around his office and produced a lighter and cup. He presented them to me as I finished my questions. I held my cigarette.