My dream job. I pulled my mask into place, checked it was secure. I was ready. “Corr, fucking hell, look at the tits on that,” I heard one of the... say.“And what an arse!” Another said.I walked around showing myself to them. I reached the bar. It was the topless barmaid, she smiled, and served me my usual drink, without me asking. She wore a thong, the strings pulled high on her hips, her camel toe made my throat go dry.I sipped my drink.“Are you joining us?” I asked.“You never know!” She. My body was being tortured by his now fevered kisses up and over my neck and nipping at my lips. Oh god, I needed this. No, I wanted this. His lips were a magic all of their own. I was on fire with need and I noticed that I was wet just from his kisses. Not just a small wet. An all out, soaking my panties until I could wring them out kind. His face mirrored my own needs and wants. He was gazing at me as if I were the most beautiful thing in the world. At that moment, I knew we were heading to. I decided to wait to put on the girdle until I had my makeup done, as Iknew it would be harder to sit once I had it around my hips. I returnedto the dresser to find some pantyhose. It seemed every pair I looked athad a pick, was the wrong color, or was too sheer for work. I was sure Ihad a nice brown pair to wear with my outfit, but I was forced to go witha lighter, nude shade. I could make that work, because I had a pair ofnude pumps that would match the hose and my dress. I switched out. S. Me he, unhone bola ke mere rishtedar isi building me rehte he, mene bola ok no problem.Vo ek interior designer thi, unke husband ne unko greed card ke divorce de kar u.S. Ki girl ke sathe shadi kar li thiUnhone muje bola tha k subah se aa jana aur khana yahi pe kha lena, kyuki unko website jaldi me banvana thaUnhone bola k sham tak design final karni he, to mene bol diya ok mam, unka nature really me bahot hi achha thaVo thodi udas bhi thi unke husband ki vajah se, mene ye dekha to muje.