"The rest of the meal we ate in relative silence, exchanging glances and stories about our day. Simple things to pass the time. The food was good and ...he clearly enjoyed it. We finished and I threw the dishes in the sink and swung open the fridge to produce a dozen chocolate covered strawberries. I looked up at her and smirked. "I couldn't help myself."She smiled sweetly as I sat next to her and we ate the strawberries. It wasn't long before we were laughing and joking. After one particularly. Ta duh!"James clicked through several pages of filled with photos of me. They looked good, but as my time in the industry racked up, I began to see what others were telling me: I didn't have "IT." Something was missing, and I couldn't put my finger on exactly what IT was, but I could certainly see it was missing. My modeling ability stood somewhere between local department store ads and a swimsuit cover. It sucked.James must have sensed my dissatisfaction because he looked at me with a happy. “Can you give me directions to get to that chamber?”“Yes Ma-am, go down the hall, make the first right, then go to the second hall, turn to the right and the meeting room is the first door on the right.” He had been tracing the path in red on a building map.“Welcome back Ambassador; there were a few minutes there that we were all worried,” he said.“It’s good to be back, thank you,” I responded.We went to find the room and the closest bathroom for a pit stop. We were thirty minutes early; I. The doorbell rings a second time. They both ignore it. Darlene crawls on top of Robert, straddling his hips. She presses her sex into his. By now Robert is again erect. He grabs her left nipple with his right thumb and index finger, pinching it. He pulls her toward himself as he sucks her right nipple. Darlene moans. The doorbell rings a third time. This time it’s accompanied with a loud pounding on the door. ‘That’s not George. One of us better go answer it,’ Robert says in frustration. ‘I’ll.