Club Totti

	There is a huge mall in Bangkok called MBK. It’s a horrible place, always crowded. But it’s a magnate for schoolgirls after they get off class in the afternoon. They go to meet, chat and window shop and have ice cream in Svenson’s before heading off for their dinner and homework. I like to sit in Svensons too. Maybe one day I’ll bump into Jolie. Click the thumbnails to see her in all her glory
	There are loads more pics of the adorable Jolie HERE

Why is the text in the table bold?

I always feel a little bit envious of people who work in offices. Every day they have have a whole cornucopia of different females to look at.

In my line of work I only get to visit the offices of editors and agents. But it is always a thrill:

“Good morning Jennifer.” I’ll say to the receptionist.

“Good morning Mr. Totti”

“Feel free to call me Seymour”

“Ok Mr. Totti.” Then she gets on the phone; “Hi Christine Mr…. nooo, shh.. I’ll tell you at lunch, Mr Totti is here …” Presently she clicks the phone off. “Christine says the boss is around somewhere but she doesn’t know where, you are to go through anyway”

“Thanks Jennifer.” And off I go. I know the office well and most people know me. But there are lots of females I’d like to know better. Office assistants doing a gap year between school and university, secretaries, managers and even executives. Women whose ages range from about nineteen or twenty right through to late forties. And a good many of them are just gorgeous.

So remember all you nine to fivers, you get to ogle the Jennifers and Christines of this world every single day. Freewheeling perverts like me have to make do with a quick lech only once in a while.

Most guys like myself prefer to hire a maid to do all their washing, or they will take it down to the 24-hour place and pick it up the following day. Me I actually enjoy going down to the coin-operated laundry in my apartment complex. I try to choose my times well because there are some hot young wives who also do their laundry in the daytime while hubby is at the office. I try to coincidentally coincide.

To them I’m something of a novelty, perhaps they think I’m a little bit weird, but I am always polite and never forward. I may say “good morning” but I never try to start a conversation. After all they are respectable married women. I just sit and watch the tumble dryer tumbling and read my newspaper.

The other morning I saw a delightful black g-string with pink trim tumble from one lady’s dryer. There was no-one else there and she had obviously completely forgotten that I was. She picked them up and held them up high to the light, she admired them from both sides. So did I. Then she pressed them to her cheek to make sure that they were properly dry. It was then she remembered, glanced over and caught me watching her over the top of the newspaper. She blushed deeply … so did I.

She probably never wants to see me again, ever. But I shall be there again next week … just in case.

Our model today wouldn’t blush, take a look at what she keeps with the fabric softener.

I was talking with my travel agent the other day. He’s a good man, capable of shoe-horning me onto flights at the last minute even in the busiest of seasons … but I digress.

We were looking at these pictures of Leilani and trying to figure out what her ethnic background might be. Because, wherever it is, we both want to go there and see if there are any more.

We both seemed to think that she was probably an exotic cocktail, a delicious mix from far flung shores. There was clearly a fair amount of Latin, was there a touch of the orient or a little piece of Arabia in her too? I concluded that the world would be a much better place if she had a little bit of me in her. He suggested that she would be happier with a larger piece of him in there.

Obviously we weren’t going to see eye to eye on that score but we did agree that she was exceptionally beautiful and that she could probably make you shoot a load just by looking at you with those incredible ‘come to bed’ eyes.

“Excuse me,” he said, ushering me outside, “I have work to do.” With that he closed the door of his office. Bus as I turned to go I swear I heard the sound of a zipper unfastening.

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