"Doing anything tonight, Stacey?"She blushed. "Um, yes, actually ... I um ... have a date." Oh." I was nonplussed at that, though not (in theory) upse...t. It did rather stop my intentions, or hopes, rather, for the evening. "Anyone I know?" Well, sort of. It's Tiny. I mean ... Mister Kleinhofer. He asked me about the local night-life, you know." Well ... enjoy your evening. Have fun." Thanks, Mister Carpenter."Thus blocked, I briefly considered Charlie. Somehow, that didn't seem right, and I took. But he was now very aware of the importance of image and the impressions it could make. So gone were the jeans, tee shirts and tennis shoes and in their place casual slacks, Polo pullovers or open collared collegiate style shirts and suede loafers. Gone also was the boyish close cropped haircut. In its place he had his hair styled longer, swept back and layered to promote the impression of his being older. Gone also were the heavy rimmed glasses, replaced by tinted contacts which gave his. Elaine's legs had parted to give me easier access and her little thong was so wet that I could see her labia through it. The smell was intoxicating. Relaxed, yes, but Elaine was aroused to the edge of her capacity. I kept brushing against her pussy as I worked up and down her thighs, but never paused to dwell on it. I rubbed the lotion into the top of her feet and then took long strokes from her ankles to her shoulders and back down. Elaine sighed. It looked like every muscle in her body had. I also offered other girls to come for special interviews at crown hotel but I was not sure about their consent. However, at stipulated time I entered the hotel. To my surprise the veiled lady was already waiting me, her name was Shazia Qutbi she was looking superb in her nice dress, she was wearing a blue shalwar kamiz and carrying a bag in her hand. I called her in my reserved room and opened my file. I confirmed her name and particulars that showed her status as a divorced women with a baby.