I mailed my first application to a local advertising agency and after a phone call the interview was set. Just a little personal info, I'm a well tone..., well tanned, well proportioned female, mid thirties, but look much younger. I absolutely love wearing short, tight skirts and thigh highs, matched with strappy heels and a silky blouse, unbuttoned as much as possible to capture the attention of every man possible. Now, any questions about why my interview went so well? The first time I crossed. ‘Who the fuck are you?’ Rubbing the back of her neck she answered herself. ‘Oh yes. You’re that washed up, no talent, pathetic, brain damaged artist.’ After stripping off her yoga pants and panties she stuck her hand under the water to test the temperature, finding it to be fine she stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed. The steady stream of hot water felt good, it started to dissipate the pain in her head and would cleanse her of the film of failure she felt was glued to her. I was sad that despite she being such a nice host, I had not heeded her wish. I immediately went into the room, changed into the dress, covering my upper part with a blanket I found and walked into the kitchen, apologizing to aunty. Nuthan aunty was happy that I obeyed her; she hugged me and asked me to take off the blanket for her to see the dress better. I took it off and she frowned at it. She said the bra didn’t suit the dress and insisted I pull that out. Before I could say a word, she. He stared at the gates as if wanting his miscreants to come quicker.His thoughts led him to be aroused and he took another deep breath but his erection stayed ,caused this time by the appearance of the two teenagers.They walked inside the large old gates St. Gabriel's Monastery.They knew what lay ahead,they had agreed to whatever the Abbot Benedictus had decided to do with them,in return for all legal charges being dropped.The Abbot felt his breathing quicken and he watched them for a little.