If you are coming to pick me up, tell him that you wish to show me a new vehicle that my company is planning to buy for the office.”What a woman! Sh... had thought of everything!I reached her house in half an hour and rang the bell. Out came Yogita to open the door. God! She looked divine in a knee-length skirt and a short tight top with front buttons in front.“This woman has everything planned to the T,” thought I as I felt a familiar stirring in my loins! “Hi, there!” she chirped, “Thanks for. They had obviously been talking to the people in our district; the pay for the public servants was identical to ours. They let me speak for a few minutes and I found that they had four men who had served in the army and knew about melee fighting. I appointed them as corporals, and put them in charge of teaching melee tactics.Three days later, we met for our first days of militia training. We ran and tested for skills. I was surprised that the turnout was so good. We had 150 men come to join. He came often and quick, while she pretended to be happy with the end result. But never had she been tormented like this, driven to the edge of an orgasm again and again without relief. She ached to run and hide and tear the panties off, but she couldn’t. Not in this stuffy room, full of Jake’s work colleagues. She was well aware that she didn’t suit the mood here. Her clothes were specifically more designed to look for the bedroom than the conference room. With her tight little dress that hung. A few days later he saw her in a red-light district making more than he had every payed her at work. =====================================================================Picked up Jill at the neighborhood bar, or rather, she picked me up. Tall, rough-looking babe, raggedy chopped-off dirty blonde hair, dressed head to foot in black leather. Sat down right next to me and bought me a Bud. The Harley wings tattooed on her left cheek should have warned me. That, and her habit of communicating.