" I said, then worried about the potential of an ensuing court case for harassment.She took off her jacket, and undid the top two buttons of her blous...e, then grinned. "Does that include your trousers?" she said with a very naughty grin.I gulped, "You like men's trousers?" I said, trying to move onto a lighter subject."No especially," she said. "Depends what's in them."She stood up, and stretched her arms above her head and then outward, then moved to my side of the desk. She looked my direct in. The French were partial to wheel spoke streets. Detroit was laid out by the French so there were three main spokes in the wheel centered on the Fur Trading Post on the river.Coming in from the mostly north east was Gratiot, pronounced grahshit ... light on A and T, Woodward was mostly west but not really and Grand River was the other spoke. The Grand River is a Michigan river that doesn't go near Detroit. Grand River, the street, was mostly west but southish.When the French laid it out, Detroit. “My god Frank, what have you done?” she asked as she walked over and for once I was glad she was dressed rather conservatively in a pair of baggy shorts and tee shirt as an erection was the last thing I needed right now.I told her the story of how Mrs Jarvis came down the ladder in the wrong position and caught my erect penis bending it in a way it shouldn’t be bent and her first reaction was to pull away the ice pack and getting on her knees in front of me took a look. My cock was smaller than. Wow she had really spent the whole night there...I think she had left the bar around 10pm so a full 9 hours with another guy.'Dan don't say a word!' she purred as she dropped her dress to the floor - she was completely naked. 'I had to ditch the panties as they were stretched so much and Phil ripped my bra off me so he has kept them as a memento. Now lie on your back baby and I will tell you what a slut I was!'I just stare at Carrie, her cunt glistening with a mixture of fluids,her thighs.