Tom looked at her and sighed, moving his hands again gently. She was quite simply gorgeous. Part of it was the fact that he had a thing for Red Heads. But it was more then that. Her eyes and face were quite simply wonderful, speaking of something other then a prostitute or some such from the streets. Her breasts were full, and fit nicely in his hand. And her rear was simply delectable. She would be popular indeed, once that damnable attitude was gone. Indeed, he was willing to tolerate more from her already then he had been from most women.<br/><br/>"Would it be kindness to leave you to attract Alistair's ire once more? He was kind this time, for him. The next time you anger him, I doubt you will be able to walk away."<br/><br/>Tom sighed, reaching down with one his pants to remove his manhood from his trousers. He was already partially erect, despite his earlier go with Lolo.<br/><br/>"You are one, and the sooner someone makes you realize the fact, the kinder that man will be. As for a man being more important then a woman, I have no idea. And that has nothing to do with you being a born and bred slut. You are what you are, and if you don't accept it, you will simply suffer more. Bend over at the waist."