Well, with a head almost as red as my panties, I came out of the changing room where the lady was waiting for me. After a somewhat confused look, she ...smiled and asked me not to follow her, but to go to the room she pointed to. Well seen from her because that way she could calmly assess my bare buttocks (you have already understood that it is a string model).I already said it was a warm, say, hot day. I only wore a light shirt that covered my buttocks but not much. She had a good reason to take. I stumbled across the personnel's section on Craigslist looking for anything which matched my criteria, I didn't find much however one ad stood out regarding a mid-week hotel meet in Central London. The host was in town every few weeks on business and was holding wank meets in his hotel room and encouraging more than one person to come along to make it a group wank. I wasn't sure about the group thing as I had only jerked with one guy before only, but I decided to reply and give it ago. I got a. I took a long look at the " See You Soon" written in lipstick by Tonya on the bathroom mirror before I stepped into the shower. After a quick shower and the wrestling match with my new blow dryer, I quickly dressed and then headed out the door and only stopped long enough for a coffee to go from a local diner before driving to the local TV station for my interview.The hostess was a striking older female that had done some work on Broadway in her younger days before she landed this gig doing. If only he had asked, she had never lied to him, no matter how embarrassed, she had told him the truth. But he had never asked, and she had been too afraid, and now it was too late.The girl sat watching the box, the lid open, wrapping paper ripped, shredded in eager anticipation. Now she sat, across the room, eying the box, thinking. Before her on the table lay her laptop, the messenger window open, last nights conversation still visible, mocking her, the words typed with such anticipation, her.