Nothing loud, nothing tarty. Simple, elegant pieces of fashion jewellery but never any sign of an ankle bracelet, inappropriate piercing or tattoo.Her...eyewear is always business like but fashionable. Changed regularly, at the amusement and bemusement of her staff, many of whom doubt she even needs spectacles. They are more an accessory to the persona and ambition she clearly, blatantly displays. No VPL. Many of us have looked. Oh, how we’ve looked. How we’ve studied that beautiful derrière. How. The sky was showing signs that dawn was not far off. Once the sun cleared the mountains it would heat up fast. According to the weatherman it was only supposed to reach the low nineties. Sure, you bet. I ranked the odds he was right somewhere up around pulling an inside straight flush on the last hand of the Friday night open poker tournament at the Luxor.Weatherman has got to be one of the coolest gigs out there. Where else can you make that kind of money to be wrong so much of the time? I was. Ana said:"Do you want to come to my house? Hubby will not be home until late night"He nodded smiling and they left for the parking lot. My sexy wife turned her head and she smiled at me…I ran to my own car and raced home. I knew a perfect hiding place would be inside a cupboard located between the kitchen and the living room.I heard the black man’s car doors slamming outside and soon they came into the living room. He told Ana to dance and strip for him. My sexy wife turned the music on and she. He turned down the lights to a cozyglow. The sheet on the table took on a slightly yellowish cast.“Warm oil?” he asked.“Yes,” Seema said. “As warm as you can get it.”“It’s heated and read,” he said. “And you prefer wearing your bikini?”Seema paused for a moment. “No,” she said. “No, I think I’d be morecomfortable with it off today. I’d like to try it that way once.”The boy didn’t respond for a few seconds, just looked at her as if hecouldn’t understand what she’d just said, as if she’d spoke in.