As she continued to work, Greg began in a conversational tone of voice, "you know Mrs. C., I was reading somewhere that a proper and decent woman wear... a blouse and a skirt. You are a proper and decent woman aren't you, Mrs. C.?" Greg asked, again staring at her intently.Sensing his intent gaze, and confused about the strange feelings running rampant through her, as she knelt at his feet, Mrs. Clark began to color slightly at the cheeks and could not look him in the eyes. Her thoughts were. I have already seen her ass cheeks before but not that hot ass crack. Guys, it did not have a spot. Such a flawless ass.Me: Do you take special care of your body parts?Riya: No. Just normal.Me: Okay.Riya: So, why don’t you take off your clothes. Even I like to have some fun.Me: You really want me to take off my clothes?Riya: Yes. Why not?Me: I thought you are just telling this to make me feel happy.Riya: I know your feeling. You must be thinking that I would just say this to all the men I chat. " And after that?" Ruth asked."I'll talk to the Minister. Maybe it's time we took a sabbatical." But we're making a small fortune." A fortune is no use to us in prison. We've had three good years and made enough to live comfortably. Maybe we could set up something similar somewhere else: France or Germany perhaps."Ruth sighed, not really wishing to break with a winning formula. She hoped the Minister would have more success in reassuring Morbius."Your treatment is nearly complete, Amanda," Ruth. "Now we can talk," she said once again turning towards me. "I'm serious about this Brian," she said using my name in the tone of voice she usually did whenever she was truly serious. "While you're here, I'm not your Aunt. I'm your friend, and as friends, we can sit and talk about anything, anything that's on your mind, or anything you'd like to get off your chest. Which is also why I don't mind sitting here like this with you, think of it as a reminder that I am your friend, and not a relative.