Shabnam looked at all three of them and just asked them, “Did you decide? Is my interview over and have I got the job?”They laughed and Sam said, ...��Well Shabnam, we talked about it and you have excellent oral skills. But we need to take a closer look at you, how I should I put this, your interpersonal skills.” Prem and Abdul smirked and nodded yes. The three of them were standing in front of her with partially erect cocks. They watched her for a moment to see how she would react. Shabnam’s face. "Actually it's a blouse," I correct him. He doesn't look amused. "Do you wear girls underwear?" He asks me. My heart beats hard again. "Yes." Show me." What?" I stammer out of my mouth. "I said show me. I don't believe you," he says, his cockiness and confidence flowing. I lift up my skirt just a few inches. "Higher. I want to see if you're wearing panties."I try to lift it higher but in bunches around my hips and because I'm already nervous and flustered, I begin to struggle. "Just take the. I didn't finish my workout that day but I was done I could not exercise with the thoughts going threw my head. The weekend passed un-remarkably and when Monday arrived I was making plans for getting Sarah and talking heavily over IM. When I mentioned to the girl over the IM that I might possibly have a girl here soon and I only dated one woman at a time. She seemed upset bet then asked who this girl was. I explained to her about my neighbors having no idea about it being Amanda who I was. We held hands in the hallways, ate lunch together with Chelle and their pack of girls, and called each other every night on the phone. It was about Wednesday when Mom and Dad had 'the talk' over dinner. They realized that we were going to be having boyfriends and girlfriends. No being alone. Phone calls limited to five minutes. No week night dates. Curfew was eleven on Friday and Saturday. We had to let them know where we would be and we had to be there. At the end Chelle and I looked at each.