It was busy but there were a few spare tables, but she came straight over to me. "Hi" she said, "I think we have sort of met but then again we haven't..., I'm Penny." "John" I mumbled, "please, feel free", I gestured to the empty seat.She was even more beautiful than I had realised, petite -- about 5'2" but with a gorgeous figure. Her full breasts filled her silk blouse and pushed out the lapels of her navy suit jacket nicely, she had tight matching trousers on that were immaculately tailored. As. He opened the door and I followed him inside.There was a young woman standing there. She was dressed in Indian raiment. Moccasins, leggings and what looked like a dress of deer skin. Her hair was a dark brown. She was tall and I see why Joe was concerned about the way she appeared, especially the way the dress was molded to her. Her skin color was a little dusky but in white man’s clothes, you wouldn’t be able to tell she had any Indian blood in her veins, especially if she cut off her braids.. My mind was clouded by the scent, and the still exposed breast; I responded to her questions automatically.I had to touch her. Just where was my only dilemma. If I touched her ass that might shock her, and I might just get a slap. I glanced down at her stocking-clad legs and decided to go for the calf. I delicately and slowly moved my hand down and lightly grazed the nylon. "John, we believe your current firm is not aggressive enough. You need to be brave enough to use us to represent you on. I feel almost like ... her father. I love her, but I can't see myself taking her to bed." He made a negative gesture with his hand before going quickly on, "Oh, she's definitely wife material, but not my wife. Listen to your women." Shit, I thought she was going to be yours ... Okay. I'll think about it. And yeah, I do have feelings for her." Good. Now let's change the subject a bit. Are there any more of the slavers that you remember that you think a sketch would help with?"Art shrugged. "Not.