We'd like to look at some wedding rings..." Why, certain..." The girl was staring at Jill and me, her pretty blue eyes as large as silver dollars.Jill...smiled at the girl as if there was nothing at all unusual about the situation. To one side, Kelly was moving about, still shooting like mad. I was looking at the display case; I was sure that the poor girl hadn't even realized that she was being photographed."Wedding rings..." reminded Jill.Oh ... Yes, certainly..." said the girl, shaking her. After a while, I started talking about her and how great she handles the different projects. I was looking at her eyes while talking to her. She was totally into just listening to me.she was admiring my words and I slowly held her at the waist and started talking about her beauty. She just let me do. I was massaging her body between the blouse and saree all the while talking to her and looking into her eyes. I kept on saying how beautiful her eyes were that men would just look into your eyes. ’ They both laughed again. Just when it seemed that this moment could last forever, the grandfather clock chimed. Fred sat upright. ‘My meeting!’ he remembered. ‘Can you call them and reschedule it?’ ‘I’ll see.’ He stepped over to his coat and fished in it, pulling out a folding cellular phone. In a moment he was talking with the hostess at the country club, finding out if he could get word to his luncheon host. Karen watched him standing there, looking a bit incongruous – his naked body. We never heard them was we were making them on our own. I sent him a text the next morning telling him about how I woke up with a wonderful smile I woke up with on my face, thinking I’d hear back from him for a request for Round 2. I kept checking my phone expecting to get a text or a voice mail. My mood sullened throughout the day as I never got a response back. By the end of the night, I felt like a whore that got cheated out of not only my dignity, but the appreciation of my best fuck ever..