"...Anyone who knows anything about Red would probably say she's more boythan girl." He paused again, and then he shrugged. "Why? Does it matter?Is sh... making you uncomfortable?" The last question was put with aknowing inquisitive leer in it. Teloni stood up, moving off towards theshowers, knowing that he didn't want to answer.He wondered what Red was really like. There was the stuttering, but whatwould she be like underneath that. What type of personality would shehave?He was pretty sure she. I was feeling the alcohol working to loosen my inhibitions. I had worked with Linda and a couple of the guys off and on, but did not know them very well prior to that night as they were from different department. The other four dudes were from my home turf—comfortably my friends, but not “overly” friendly. The night wore on to the last dance and I had consumed a couple more rounds, to the point where I would say I was slightly over the edge. Linda and I were hitting it off pretty well,. Then you did not inform her that you had a master, I think that one will count twice, so you are up to four. Then there are the five days you spent with her. FIVE DAYS!? He is angry now, and standing quite close. She is afraid to meet his eyes, so she keeps her gaze downcast, hoping he won’t decide to let her go.He regains himself a little and turns away from her to face the window. ?Five days with another Domme. I wonder how many times you came during that time period.? Her face grows pale and. J the day before. “See,” I soothed as I ran my palms down the outside of her arms, “there’s nothing to it.”Mom was wearing a blouse and stretchy pants similar to the outfit Mrs. J had been wearing when I demonstrated the pat-down to their group. Quickly, I pushed my hands up the inside of her arms and then down her sides, scraping over the side swells of her smaller breasts like I’d done with Mrs. J and into the deeper curve of her smaller waist and then out to her hips. Pausing, I said, “See,.