" I stifled a chortle. "You gotta be there, Phil. There'll be top-line managers from branches around the country. We'll need their buy-in to make this... work. It's a good chance for some visibility." It's all optics, isn't it, Dennis?" I drained my highball glass. "I hate coming to one of those events stag ... and it presents the wrong kind of optics." Send for your home-town honey," Dennis replied."I would if there was one." What happened to you and Gwen?" Split ... From the looks of this. The relief of a good fucking! That is what she was now waiting for. She could feel now warm hands moving over her body. They were softly spreading an aromatic unguent over her body. It felt smooth and silky. The touches from those around her were delicate. Occasionally, Jane felt a hand linger underneath her breast and gently press there. Gradually, Jane felt the hands linger as she was turned over and the hands continued the application of the lotion to her naked skin with a slow massaging. The thought of a hijabi muslim girl, a girl that looks pious and shy to the public but deep down she's the horniest of the lot, this is a major major turn on, and i see this in my own household, i see how my sisters wear hijab and abaya as they leave home, but then they go flirt with guys, they hang around with multiple guys, getting into the cars of guys. Oh and not to mention so many girls wear nothing under the abaya! i've seen this with my own eyes, my sisters wear abaya and under all they. From the couch in the front room of my apartment I was able to see the moon shifting around behind the cloud clumps.I'd turned on the radio and it was playing softly. A short time ago it had been midnight and they'd given the news, a long with the weather report."Today, Monday, was to be a beautiful day. No rain. No smog. Lots of sunshine." And I still didn't have a client. But I had Honey.After she'd made the telephone call from Nora's house, we'd all assembled in the front room. It was Honey.