"Hallo", zei ze en keek naar mijn dikke erectie, "volgens mij heeft iemand er zin in". "Ja", grijnsde ik, "ik wil wel weer een zaaddonatie maken". "Bo..., dit is Louise, in het dagelijks leven is hij Louis, een 26-jarige jonge accountant, maar soms is hij Louise, het anale zaadsletje". Ik bekeek Louise van top tot teen. Ondanks dat ik wist dat het een kerel was, zag ze er heel vrouwelijk uit. Een geheel haarloos vrouwelijk gezicht, donkerrood lang haar (een pruik, neem ik aan), mooie lingerie, en. The phone's photoflash had fired off for the pic calling attention to us.As the young woman left, I got a bad feeling. I saw three other people in my line of sight stand and start for our table. One served as their spokesman when they arrived simultaneously; "We'd like to have our picture taken with you too." The request sounded more like a demand than a request.Carrie shot me a nervous glance. "Errr, I guess so, but we're trying to have our dinner in peace."One by one each person sat with. But Cindy did not look disgusted. Martin, not one who knew how to read body language, worked his mind to figure out why she hadn’t spit on him yet. ‘Why me?’ Cindy asked. Martin shrugged. ‘I don’t have a date, and now you don’t either. It’s fate.’ ‘Oh really,’ Cindy replied. Her response was sarcastic, but her eyes were not. ‘Well if it’s fate, then I guess I have to be your date.’ ‘Cindy!’ Theresa shrieked. Shrieking was the only sound Theresa made. ‘What the heck are you doing?’ . As if on cue, she straightened her shoulders and walked the steps by my side like a queen. I was careful not to look over to where I knew Cien would be. At the table in the same spot as the night before. The Laird’s chair. As we took the last step, I forced my head up, and starred confidently ahead. Slapping a small smile on my face, I looked over to where Cien was. He looked exactly the same as he did the night before. As we approached, I could tell he was staring at me. I blushed and he.