Pamela had grabbed Brad by the hand, and had pulled him down onto a chaise-style lounger in the party room, with room enough only for 2 people. That l...eft her and Al Martin alone to take the other 2 person lounger.Then, Pamela Martin obviously got comfortable by kicking off her sandals (because of what Brad had said about toenail polish, Lisa had noted that Pamela Martin's toe nails were painted a deep rich wine color, with gold-flecking highlights) and lying back on the lounger, pulling Brad. Without saying a word, Camry just looked down at the bulge in my jeans and nodded. I undid the clasp on my jeans and then slowly unzipped my zipper. I enjoyed the way her eyes never left my jeans…almost as though she anticipated the unveiling of my cock. As I pushed down my jeans and briefs in one quick motion her eyes widened as my 8” cock sprang to life right in front of her. It was long and erect and there was a small drop of precum already dripping from the slit at the tip. I took a step. Mr. Smith looked at me "Miss Taylor I will expect you in my office in ten minutes. You had best not be late." With that said he left me alone in the classroom.God I was scared. I knew this meeting couldn't be good. I slowly gathered up my books and started for the door. I decided to stop at the washroom before going to Mr. Smith's office. After I took care of business I looked at the mirror to see if I looked okay. Maybe if Mr. Smith liked the way I looked he would be easier on me.I smoothed. Throughout the meal, Jarmel and Dahad, our Saudi customers, just couldn't take their eyes off her. Playing the part perfectly, she happily flirted with them both.After lunch, my boss called it a night, leaving me to sort out the paperwork. That's when they dropped the bombshell. They would only sign the contract if Mandy agreed to spend the evening with them at their hotel. They left the table, telling me to send her to their room at 8 pm or the deal was off. That was it, no discussion – no.