One of the Gods was smiling. She was the last person to be presented. Just the thanks for 'Good old Sven, Great Santa wasn't he, big round of applause...' then mercifully the lights were lowered and the room got back to what it does best at these things, freeloading huge quantities of booze on the boss's expense account. Katie was still sitting on my knee. She wiggled her bum again then looked at me sideways. "Dirty beast! Better not stand up for a while..." Cheeky Madam! All I could do was nod.. She jumped into questions about looks, sexual experience....which was almost none, and then gave me an address and time to meet for an interview. I asked what the interview was about and expected to hear from her what I knew already. Instead, she directed me to bring proof of age and be on time. She hung up without a good bye. Initially, I felt insulted by how rude she was and thought I might just skip it all together. But as I walked to my next class, I calmed down and decided to go. I showed. I figured she would be looking at her device, watching and waiting for that all important “OK” back from me. “Please, may I come, Sir?” That brought a bigger smile to my face. Now she was getting desperate. I liked that, but to pressure me to give her the go ahead was not the action of a true submissive. A lesson needed to be taught here. I shot a number of questions back to her, “Why? What are you doing? Where are you?” “In the bath, at home, masturbating, please, I need to come.” “What’s. Just before we left the restaurant, Dee went to the restroom, since she had on a long coat I didn't pay attention. As I went to help her out of the car, she removed her coat, she was wearing a sweater dress that was slightly off-shoulder, came to almost her knees, but buttoned down the front (when we left for dinner, she was dressed modestly in slacks and nice top), she gave me a wicked grin, and strode to the door.We bought our tickets and headed in. Dee entered first, inside the door I was.