One of lads from maintenance dept on the trip ,came to the bar laughed and said she's too hot for you to handle and I wondered what he meant by that....I bought her a couple of drinks all the time hoping my luck was in. It was getting late and bar ward closing so I decided to move in and as I reached across to kiss her she pulled away and said it was time she went to bed, she finished her drink and said see you tomorrow. In the morning I didn't see her at breakfast, I was hoping to continue. "How did I do?" I asked, trying to speak in a more feminine manner."Simply marvelous," she replied, giggling and closing the car door. "Nowremember--back arched, shoulders back."I remembered. Adjusting my purse strap, I took a deep breath and steppedin the general direction of Hot Nails.My shoes tapped across the pavement with a distinctive click; the satinlining of my pencil skirt slid deliciously against my pantyhose. I stuckmy "chest" out as best I could and relaxed my wrists near the. " Surely they don't, mean to be eaten!" the reporter responded."Oh yes!" he said, "Unless the Govenerment relax their ban on live cow exports the girls will literally feed the starving." the paused, "But I'm sure the government will see sense, you see we are taking money and tinned food to Africa, but most of it doesn't get to those who are dying of hunger. We need to get fresh meat to the starving and girls are made of meat". The reporter continued, "I think that these young naked girls. It was a bit awkward at first but after a little while we were both comfortable and we started to talk about our relationships. I was complaining about how little sex I was getting at home and she was complaining of how she hadn’t had oral sex in months. Of course hearing all about this had gotten me really hard. As we walked back into the office after the car ride back, I had a noticeable hard on. I could see her taking glances at it as we walked back to my office. She was wearing slacks, and.