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Slowly she turned and fixed me with a cold stare, impossible to teen read I felt incredibly flustered and embarrassed, my six foot plus muscular frame shrinking in the face of this amateur petite, beautiful, alluring woman. I went to speak but my words caught in my throat. I stepped forwards and feeling quite shamefaced, acting remarkably unprofessional, sounding horribly desperate and rather too keenly, I asked her name? ‘Sorry?’ she said. ‘Your name? I didn’t get your name or your details. You know, for the visitors record’. Still that impartial gaze, nothing given away she paused, looked up at me and then reaching into her handbag she took out a card, gave it to me dismissively and slowly, almost regally walked slowly away. I don’t know how long I stood there looking but she had disappeared from sight and I was still looking as if to expect to see her walk back any second. Finally, as if entering back into normality I looked down at her card. Embossed in gold typeface was her name, ‘Pamela’, Director, PDM Estates. It’s an unusual thing but sometimes, just every once in a while, you meet a woman who totally throws you. I don’t mean just physically or by her stunning beauty. I’m referring to something more sublime, something so exceptional that everything you do, say or think pales into insignificance. The effect it has on me is like love tight but it’s not heart wrenchingly besotted. It feels like passion but it’s not carnal. It doesn’t just catch my attention, it completely over powers me and makes me shrink and hide from myself. My hand is shaking, in fact so are my legs, a sudden rush of adrenaline or is it nerves? Either way, this isn’t me. Even if I’m not confident and doubt myself, I have the ability to carry it through and yet here I was star struck, shocked and deeply moved by this huge elegant, self assured women probably twenty five years my senior. At the end of the day I sent her an email, telling her it was a pleasure to meet her, thanking her for giving me the opportunity to provide her with information about the company and asking her to please contact me if she required anymore information or I could assist her in anyway. Its what I call a fishing trip. Throwing out an email or text to receive a reply to which engage further. It failed! Nothing and over the coming days I repeatedly thought about the effect she had had on me before she faded from my mind. It was four weeks later. I received a text, it simply said. ‘I have time tomorrow afternoon in my schedule. Can we meet?’ Pamela. ‘Of course. Great to hear from you, where and what time?’ I replied. ‘Hackney Wick, 2pm’. ‘Excellent, where shall we meet?’ but I received no further answer. Apart from being astounded to hear from her the other puzzling thing was why Hackney Wick? I quickly did a search on google but nothing jumped out at me. I checked the train lines and estimated the time to leave from my previous meeting in the city and at 1pm the next day I was on the tube and on my way not knowing what to expect, some advice perhaps, more information, maybe a perspective client but deep down, I didn’t feel there could be a single good reason that she should ask to see me. Pulling into Hackney Wick I saw a sign leading from the platform which was above the road and followed the steps down until I stood at the entrance at the road. The few passengers who had alighted soon disappeared and for the next fifteen minutes I stood eagerly watching every face that entered or left the station but ten minutes after two, still no Pamela. I decided to ring her phone but it went to voicemail. By twenty past I was angry, dejected and feeling like a complete blonde fool. I gave her mobile another call but again, no answer. ‘This is ridiculous’ I told myself. It secures your future in the organisation and I am pleased for you. Late Saturday afternoon, there were only a few people in front of Evan and Jason on the ticket line. He also offered to make some cookies, maybe chocolate chip, to which tight all of us said a unanimous ‘yes’. Bren has blonde two kids. I came here last night and waited all night, not getting any sleep, for that bitch." She never made a sound louder than a soft wheeze. “Let’s get one thing straight before I tell you what I came to propose, and that is I don’t enjoy doing any of this. John takes me down stairs and shows me a nice room with it's own bathroom. I lifted into the air and soared down the slope. "Well what would you prefer?" Gwen told him that she bought something for him as well there and would like him to try it on later. "Our inbox is already teen filling up. Their arms clasped around each other, instinctively seeking out what bare skin there was to touch, to allow their energies to mingle. This was going to be a very special relationship. “A woman needs to know how to do her own makeup, so you can amateur start to learn today.” I wished back then I could go to his room and watch him, but I never got the courage.” In the morning I sit with my wife at a table eating breakfast. I thrust my tongue into her cunt, swirling around in her. A moment later a dark haired, dark winged female appeared before Ares. “More gator aid please. Are you interested in having a good time?” I savored the feel of her as I drew back. huge Julia and Angela had been groomed for months before I let Tiffany bite them, and even then, I allowed it more for Tiffany’s benefit than my own.”