“I thought you could meet in the bar wearing your shoes then change into the boots once we got to the room!” he smiled.“Fuck that!” I smiled �...�I’m wearing them to the bar! The guys wont be able to keep their hands off me when they see this little outfit!”“But everyone will think you’re a slut!” Dave quipped.“Everyone will know I’m a Slut!” I corrected “ Come on help me get ready!”Dave held up the the tiny black Basque as I slipped my arms through the shoulder straps. Dave pulled the tight. .After all the introductions were done (a long hour or more) the DON took me back to her office. Wow, what an office! It was very impressive to say the least. Large room with AC! Wall to wall carpeting with one of those Indian throw rugs in the middle of the floor. Big shiny wooden desk and a chair that looked imposing as heck! Funny how 'her" chair was higher than the one I was to be sitting in. She pointed to "my" chair so I sat. She sat in hers and I was looking up at her of course.I was. I knew it was you. It makes it a bit easier to leave the door ajar if I know someone is going to visit is all.”“Oh, okay, and thank you, Sam,” she said. She came in. She looked good, real good. Boy could I sure use some of what she looked like. But that was something that would likely never be coming my way again, and certainly not from her.“Have a seat,” I said. I indicated the little love seat that filled the role a couch would have if my place had been a larger.She smiled and took the seat.. Bas thoda sa man laga ke kamkro aur dher sara paisa ghar le jao rog samjhi.salma bhut sexy auorat lag rhithi uske hoyho se rass tapak rha tha meri ma boli kya soch rhi ho jaldi boloaise moke har kisi ko nhi milta.tab salma bili mere or isara kar ki ye loundakoun hai? Uske baatchit se mujhe lga ki ek aur boor ka arrange ho gya mai manhi man khus tha lakin mujhe ye pta nhi chal paya ki meri mom mere activities konote kar rahi hai tab sexy andaj Me salma se boli ki ye mera boyfriend hai aisa.