"I'm a Ferengi. You're a woman. Me Quark, you Jira. Save it for comedynight, wouldja Sweetheart? And get over there and relieve Wendy," hegrumbled, no...ding toward a pretty human girl in an outfit much likemine, who was the croupier for some kind of game of chance, "She'stired, she's losing her concentration, and she's COSTING ME MONEY!"?"DABO!!" chanted the circle of gamblers as the roulette-wheel thingbleeped and one of them won.I nodded that I'd get right to it, hoping that I'd be able to. When she left the bedroom and went to the kitchen, I looked through her clothes, and at the same time I could feel my cock getting hard. I found a dirty thong that was still wet! I began to smell her thong and slowly lick it. Not knowing that she came back to check how I was doing and was watching me through the partly closed door. She began to squeeze her breasts and finger herself while she watched me. When I was licking off the last bit of juices that were left from her thong, I heard her. "Grinning I quipped, "I hope so mum, I really hope so."It was back to my training, Amy had decided that I only needed shortdeportment lessons now, so that bloody book was consigned to thebookshelf where it should be, not balancing on my head!I was watching and indeed practicing make-up styles and techniques usingthe DVD, which had subliminal photo's of my work colleagues and socialfriends.After two weeks of practice I was becoming quite proficient applyingmake-up and styling my hair I was. Eventually I found one, grabbed my things and headed towards the town centre.I went to pull my phone out to check the time; I’d long given up wearing a watch; when I realised that I’d left it on charge, back at home. ‘Great sign that!’ I thought, ‘I’m supposed to be selling mobile technology and I go and forget mine.’ Still, I should be able to get away with it.As I was walking the last few hundred yards to my destination, I saw a very attractive woman approaching, seemingly in some hurry..