"Sis, it was the closest thingI could find. It was the right color, and I thought it was the right cut.And I was looking for something that would shap... me to be not so flabby."She hugged me again, and said, "Well, points for trying. What are yougoing to do now?"Glumly, I retorted, "I dunno. Certainly not be Superman. No money to buyanother costume. Guess I'll go as a Wizard like last year." And the year before that, and the year before that. Dull, dull, dull!You really need to break out.. Being fucked by big black garbagemen!As the young housewife emerged from her lodging, both men eyed her, then reluctantly turned towards the truck. She was wearing denim short-shorts that revealed a slim yellow thong, and a matching top that revealed luscious breasts. Tall and tanned, with long shapely legs, she had dark brown eyes. In her mid-thirties, she looked much youngerShe brushed past the muscular black and dropped a bag of garbage into the dump truck. The two men stared wickedly at. It couldn’t be a coincidence they were all strong powerful men. I giggled to myself, calling myself a slut for even thinking of Kritsada like that.He turned back. “Come Jamie, our guests are arriving.”He held his arm out and with a shock I realised he wanted me on his arm to greet the guests. He smiled and patted my hand, “Don’t worry, you will be fine. Offer each guest a wai as I introduce them. A simple sawasdee will be sufficient.”I put my arm through his and we walked towards the gangway. His mind spun with reasons to get out of it, but in the end he reasoned that he might as well get it over with. After all, at least he could put dinner tonight down to a business expense, sweetening the prospect just a little. He responded, “Sure.” trying not to sound as grudging as the concession was. *** It surprised him when she chose only a moderately expensive Italian restaurant as he was sure it was her intention to extract every ounce of pain she could from the evening. They.