You are Claire?” Georgia asked. The very feminine looking woman did not fit the mental image she had constructed of Claire. She had imagined Claire ...ould be some tough as nails hard driving woman. Instead, she looked like a moderately wealthy woman about to go out shopping. She was wearing a nice dress and high heels.“Yes, I am,” Claire answered. She watched Oscar slowly move into the house with interest. He had the same degree of hesitancy about this meeting that William had been. I really wanted to wear tights but I didn’t want anything to get in the way later. Luckily, after some digging I found some hold ups in another draw. I put on a short black skirt and a red top and went to get on with my day. A little while later, I could hear her coming through the front door. I ran to meet her and immediately assumed my role for the next few hours. You see I’m usually the dominant one in the relationship but today my girlfriend had promised to take over and I’d be totally. “I am not an insect, and certainly not yours.” Another chuckle. Most certainly feminine. I almost slapped my forehead with my palm. A speaker box, of course. Not common, but I had heard of such things, once upon a time, before I’d been marooned on this isle. “You have a backbone. Good.”“What are you?” I demanded, ignoring the comment. “What do you wish from me?”“An exile. The last of my kind. Perhaps I wish only to learn about you.” There was a long drawn out pause before she amended her. But Casey chuckled to himself, wondering if the moan was, in fact, caused by an especially effective slide in their Powerpoint deck, or by the especially effective fellatrix whose lips were currently wrapped around the base of his powerful shaft! After about an hour, the men wrapped up their presentation and the meeting drew to a close. Malik stayed seated but looked satisfied. He informed the men that he’d be making a decision soon and to expect a call from his CFO. Soon after, the sexy.