Write this down: 421 Freen Street, suite 17."She worked on her hair and make-up, slipped into her sexiest work dress, the one with the highest hemline...and deeply scooped neckline, called a cab and was five minutes early. She knocked right at two and was invited in.Behind a huge desk across a deep carpet sat the ugliest man she had ever seen. She approached, trying not to look at his grossly disfigured face and sat in the only chair, knees together, trying not to show her disgust.The big man's. ”“Paul, you can stop right there. Going out to dinner with you isn’t going to lead to anything more. Can I have your word that what I am going to tell you will be held in the strictness of confidence?”“You have my word.”“Okay, here goes. Men have never been my preference for someone I want to be involved with or intimate with. I prefer the company of women. Going out with you would be a dead-end street for you. I am sure you would be more successful in your pursuit of the opposite sex say, with. . oooh... I am” she replies in weakly. He smacks her ass again harder then before and pulls her hair, the pain fueling her pleasure as she thrust her hips down to meet his, pushing his cock harder and deeper into her. “Who?!” he says again in a loud stern voice, and in a lustful scream “I am, I’m your dirty cum slut” she says. She pushed back harder against his cock forcing him in deeper. He smiles knowing she is about to lose control, as she watches her try twisting and turning her wrist. " And I want the baby to have my name," Jim added.We split a bottle of decent wine between us, persuading the girls to have half a glass each. There was no way we were going to get away back to Woodbridge that day; Grace and Eva had to have girl-time ... Jim and I went to the pub; they had Bushmills, but Jim stuck to beer. I know I live in the East, but I don't have a high opinion of the local beers, though some of the micro-breweries produce a fair pint, so while Jim supped his IPA, I stuck to.