She’d be back in a few minutes. He rummaged deeper in the bag, and towards the bottom felt with his questing fingers what he was looking for – the... bunched-up trousers. Gently pulling them out to not disturb the rest of the neatly-packed items, he unrolled the black fabric to find the treasure he sought. Just a simple pair of plain black panties, but more than enough to delight him. He pressed the fragrant garment to his nose, breathing in deep to enjoy her most intimate scents, tasting the. He wished me the best of luck with my wife and hung up.Nikki was in the kitchen downstairs, telling me dinner was at least another thirty minutes away from getting ready, as I climbed down the stairs. I was slightly disappointed to see that she was not wearing an old shirt of mine and nothing else; in fact, she had changed out of her earlier attire into something a bit more conservative. Her white, sleeveless blouse contrasted quite nicely with the dark skirt she wore that just about covered. It was a very nice company and I was really happy with the money and the work environment there. I was accommodated by the company in an apartment which had two rooms, the other room was occupied by a colleague who was from Philippines in his early thirties ( may be around 40, you can be surprised how young they look). His name was Andy, was a pleasant looking fellow around 5 9 and slim built.A Pakistan man name Jawad used to visit him very often which I later came to know was the company. ’ Darbe shook his head again and corrected the man. ‘It’s Sergeant. I’m a sergeant, not a captain.’ ‘Righto Cap-‘ ‘Sergeant!’ The man stuffed the waffle back in his mouth and nodded, reminding himself: Ok, he’s a captain… not a sergeant… got it. He then walked over to a nearby closet and knelt down, pulling out various pieces of armor and tossing them over his shoulder into a heap on the floor. After a minute or so his hands rested on a pair of boots and he smiled around his waffle. He turned.