Even though the desk was a good one-hundred feet away from where Katiestood, she could hear the sumptuous creak of expensive leather as the short,fat ...executive slowly rocked back in a large desk chair, so tall and elaboratelycarved that it looked to be a throne. His face was a rosy pink, and that wasall that was remotely appealing about the man, Katie thought. His wispy blondhair was thinning and she wondered if he wasn?t wearing a toupee, the front ofhis hair not remotely matching the color or. She was in college, too, although a year ahead of me, and we both knew some of the same professors. All throughout the meal, however, I caught Ian’s eyes on me now and then, surreptitiously checking me out, assessing me. I flirted with him professionally, as I always did with my male guests, but all the while I was thinking, this man might actually be the one I’ll be having sex with for the first time. And of all the men I had thus far met, Ian was the only one I truly wanted. My pussy was. I wish I could just fuck her man-stealing, slutty cunt until she bled! I fucked Karmen harder. Her ass jiggled every time I slammed into her cunt. In and out, in and out of her pink cunt. Karmen's moans of pleasure spurred me on to fuck her harder and harder."Yes, oh fuck yes!" she screamed, spasming on her hands and knees. "Oh, fuck that was a great cum!" Did you cum on my cock, you filthy whore?" I asked, slapping her cheek."Yes!" she squealed. There was a red print on her ass, bright against. But it was touch and go for a while. Yes! I know ... The part of my upbringing that allowed me to dredge up that story was a mystery.I blurted out, “Like in the myth, Perseus’s mother.”She looked at me speculatively and said who ARE you? You certainly don’t look, or act like a ship’s steward?”Seriously??!! Now there was a question for the ages. How was I going to tell her that I didn’t know who I was?I said, “I’m Nemo.” I knew it was Latin for “nobody.” But she was so young she probably thought.