In all honesty, I have to admit I liked my lifestyle in San Antonio because of the many little bistros and cafes with the food I adored and the music ...hat suited me just right. I even had a boyfriend of sorts if one could consider Donald Pleasant as a boyfriend.Donald was my best friend and confidante and I had allowed him to break my cherry in a weak moment when I began to think no tall, dark stranger would ever walk into my life. His main fault was his silly preoccupation with shoving his. If you are not you can take offyour panties when you get home. Ok?"I went into the bathroom and dropped my trousers. What the fuck? I waswearing pantyhose!So she had got the better of me again. As a man of my word I wentpantyhose shopping in various shops so people did not ask questions.Carol had helpfully texted me that I would need "medium" pantyhose.I got home and Carol said:"Now you are wearing panties and pantyhose why don't you go all the wayand wear this French Maid's outfit?"She was. But not for Ayisha. Ayisha’s upbringing could best be characterized as conservative and crowded. Born to a Punjabi school teacher in Islamabad, Ayisha was the fifth of seven girls. Her home for the better part of her life was all of three rooms which housed all seven members of the family. Her cloistered Islamic upbringing influenced her persona significantly. Prayers five times a day were compulsory and a Hijab around male family and friends was mandatory. Marriage was a foregone conclusion. A disappointed look appeared on her face but was quickly replaced with a grin. "I'll bet you could get hard for Penny." She grabbed the drink from me and downed the rest of it. "Come on." She pulled me to my feet and led me to the bedroom. Standing close to me at the foot of the bed, she ran her hands over my chest. "I don't normally sleep with a guy on the first date," she said. "Well, not anymore." Even in my buzzed and very relaxed condition I perceived a distinct change in her. Her voice.