She felt like a character in one of those trashy romance novels who swoons when she meets Mr. or Ms. Right. “Can I at least pay for the book or some...hing?” Rosanna asked sheepishly. “Uh…no… That’s all right.” Matilda reluctantly removed her hand from Rosanna’s shoulder, straightened her skirt and tried to compose herself. Believing that she would not be offered another chance to spot this woman, she took a bold stance and blurted,, “If you really want to make sure I’m okay, you can invite me. He would take care of that later."Yeah, I guess so," Joel answered uncertainly."So, we've lost the guys that have already proved they couldn't play. The guys that used intimidation, much of the time, to win their spot." AJ pressed."Yeah," Joel answered as he looked around at all the attention the conversation was getting. He hunched his shoulders slightly, expecting someone to pound on him."How many here were told not to try so hard or you would get your asses beat?" AJ called out.Several hands. Her nipples were semi erect from the moisture in the air from the running shower.Alexander licked his lips. She pulled down her yoga pants which seemed resistant to leave her sculpted ass. Underneath she was wearing a black satin thong that rode low on her hips. Alexander couldnt wait. He reached out and stroked her ass.A look of shock came across her face and she quickly turned around and scanned the room. Seeing nothing she proceeded to remove her thong. Her pussy lips were plump but the. He had small boxful of panties hidden away somewhere in his office as proof of his conquests. An American high school and college education had given him a fluent, colloquial command of English and a passion for women with blond (or at least bleached) hair and round blue eyes. ?Fortunately for her, Pihla had both, with the added bonus of being a slut from North America, not a professional whore from Europe. Pihla had been very careful, and although she had been a little tipsy when she got in.