Her eyes! Her eyes had the most pleading look about them. The look of those starving children in Africa that you see on television. The look you see o... the children in those old photos of the Nazi Death camps.Shit! That look really put the wind up me. I instantly knew this girl had a big problem and I also knew I didn't have the expertise or experience to deal with it.When in doubt, do what every good man does - call the wife. Or as in my case, as you can't call the wife, call the secretary. I. " In what way? " Bill asked."Keri's husband for a start, is a nasty piece of work. If his boys get hold of us, we are in big big trouble. "Don't worry about that. I've got some girls lined up, that can make some very commercial films with Tony before he goes to America. We can leave Keri out of it." That is not in the bargain we made with him." Sandra told Bill."That's not fair." He will just have to be told what to do, or else. - Now shut up - let's watch." Bill retorted angrily, as his eyes. “I like it black with just a little sugar to sweeten it up.”She looked at me, as she crossed over to a nearby desk, which held a percolator and a collection of mugs. There was a comfortable silence while she retrieved the coffee and brought it over to me. Naomi bent over to pass me the coffee, I had an unobstructed view of her cleavage and the faint hint of her dark nipples through the light fabric of her yellow dress. “You know that you are my last parent of the night.” She informed me, she. She was about 5ft 6 with dark black hair with reddish high lites through out. It was cut just past her shoulder. She was wearing no jewelery but her wedding band. Her finger nails were painted dark red to match her toe nails. She was wearing dark hose that ran up her large calves and thighs. I could see a small dark rose tattoo on one calf and a barb wire on her left ankle. She was also wearing a dark red skirt that was above her knees. She had a black corset under her dark red top to match her.