Whether it was herchest trying desperately to burst out of her blouse, her long dark-blonde hair cascading past her immaculate makeup to gently caress...hershoulders, her womanly curves showed off to perfection by herbeautifully tailored suit or her stocking-clad legs sculpted toperfection by her stiletto shoes that caught him first, he wasn't surebut he was immediately smitten and felt himself blush as she welcomedhim to the company."My god, she's gorgeous, how do you concentrate on your work?". These pants are killing me." Guess your new suit isn't working out too well, is it?" It felt fine this morning." Well this is afternoon, young man. And we won't have you suffering anotherminute will we?"Michael began to fidget with his newly enameled fingernails, not knowing whatto say. "What did you have in mind?" Let me handle it." With that she was up and out of his office.Stacy returned with a pair of pants and a very thin, black patent leatherbelt. "Here, go and try these on for size," as. She looks right past the camera, to the interviewer behind – the audience at home don’t matter to her, she’s not here for them – they are there for her. Her voice is rich and smooth, education dripping from every word.“Hello, my name is Bronte LaSelles, I’m 25, and I’m from Hampstead in London ... And I’m here to be FUCKED by a dog!” The emphasis she places on the word ‘fucked’ is quite delightful.The obvious question is ‘Why is a woman like you, coming to a place like this, to do something. ----------Mike was sat in bed as the door to his hospital was room opened by oneof the guards stationed outside, he moved a side as another man enteredand closed the door.The man who enter was the Director of the M.E.A Charles Goodwin.He said, "Well Mike you did it son."Mike looked back and said, "Yes, but it cost a good agent."The Director contunied, "Never the less you are to be congratated, youare also getting a comindation and a promotion to Assident dirrector."Mike wnt to argue but the.