I am very much into bdsm and I like my females young. Looking back, maybe Shawn knew that, but I always thought that I hid that part of myself pretty ...ell.Anyway, the night of the date came and I got ready. We met at a little Italian restaurant that wasn't far from her place. Right away, I was stunned by how gorgeous this woman was. Her name was Katie and she had long red hair that flowed down her back. She had bright green eyes and plump lips that made me imagine dirty things. She was just. "Why?" Shaeta asked."So they won't be tempted to call it Zakat or Matatu," I said."Do you really think it will be that helpful?" Katia asked."How much do you think others would like a man that could pull six travois by himself?" He would be everyone's best friend, even if he were disagreeable all of the time," Shaeta said."When the calf is grown he will easily be able to do that, and with the way people are treating it now it will always be in a good mood."I think we should name it Buttercup,". Karen stood up to adjust the blinds “oh charming” she said “a load of your cum has just run down my leg.” I laughed as she lifted her skirt and showed me a line of cum soaking into her stockings. Her pussy was still red and swollen with my cum tangling her ginger pubes together, this sight got me going again. Karen went back into her flat to clean herself up for the second time. “You’d better change your skirt as well, it’s soaked at the back.” I said. No reply came back. A few minutes later. Mostly I was in a constant state of arousal whenever she was near me. I split my time between worrying about a sexual harassment lawsuit and wondering about how I could get her to bed. Well I don’t have to worry or wonder anymore. But I know Deirdre well enough to know that she is going to be all business. She’s probably already had second and third thoughts about last night. She’s worried about the appearance of impropriety. She may be worried about my respect for her as a business associate.