I had a friend whom I was not very much in talks with, but as my life got boring with the routine, I wanted to get along with someone I wouldn’t hav... much to take care about.I had a friend Garima, a professional and doing good for herself. She was hot, had a great pair of boobs with a great colour complexion and lovely waist. Looked so hot in casuals. Anyway we got talking somehow and Slowly started meeting for coffee n all. Talks were not much personal, but I gave a fair hint that I wanted to. Sir describes himself a a six foot genuine dominant master, and is 67. His conversational tone is almost matter of fact,, but if you step out of line he will correct you. First of all he told me to only speak when spoken to, and respond with "Thankyou sir" and then answer his questionHe Wanted to know precise details about me, not the just the standard height and weight, but inside leg, shoe size, neck size, how often I got my hair cut, what sort of work I do etcI gave him all this information. She was undoubtedly the sexiest girl in the bar- probably the sexiest girl in the city. And she was alone. Only for a minute, no doubt, before some other loser tried it on. Not this time, I thought. You don't shoot, you don't score.She was tall, dark, slim but curvy. Black hair, a tight red dress, dark red lipstick, like a seductress from a dream. What could I say to say to such a woman? Don't think, go."Hi". Not the most inspiring opening line I'd ever come up with. But she looked at me, with. "Thirty years in the legal profession, and I still get a laugh when I mention briefs," Vincent Avery-Preece... 'Please call me V-P' ... said ruefully. He sighed and continued, "I tutor two more pupil barristers, as sexy and attractive as her ... it's a tough job but someone has to do it."He offered me a whisky, which I refused, then poured himself a generous measure and took a long swallow. "One of the perquisites of being head of chambers is taking a dram of Old Pulteney of an afternoon." He.