When Bridget lead them over and introduced me, a look of relief spread slowly across Siobhan's face. "You're Ms. Goodman? Thank God... When mum told m... I'd be working for the head of a large American firm, I pictured a grim old Margaret Thatcher-type spinster with steel rimmed Granny glasses and her blue hair done up in a bun!"Ignoring Maureen's admonition to "Hush Siobhan and mind your manners", I laughed and hugged her. "I assure you I'm anything but the conservative blue-haired spinster. Weeks enjoyed the luxury of traveling First Class. Mr. Weeks enjoyed the view of Hyde Park for a moment, wondering if the largest city in Europe was ready for an invasion of bimbos. It would certainly change the image of the British as stodgy and cold. He went to sleep thinking of all he had to do tomorrow.The Limousine dropped Mr. Weeks off at the Estate Agent that BTI had been in contact with by fax and telephone. They were going to drive him around and show him possible buildings that BTI. I called Tony and told him that my toilet was flooded. My sink was clogged and my dryer was not drying the clothes. He said he'd be over in an hour. I thought to myself that I was definitely going to try and land him. I was so horny and needed to get fucked. My husband was out of town for the week.Tony's the best appliance guy in the area. He's like this gorgeous appliance guy. He's five foot ten inches tall and about one hundred and seventy five pounds. He has long hair that he wears in a. About 9:30 they were done. RuthAnn had had a wonderful evening. Kelle suggested that they hit the minibar in her room since the city was picking up the tab for the hotel. RuthAnn wasn't ready for the evening to end so she agreed. Once back in the room with a Courvoisier in their hands, Kelle again asked RuthAnn about her puzzling experience. So reluctantly, RuthAnn told her about the bus trips, the groping, and the damp panties and most reluctantly of all the orgasm. Then she waited for the.