First rather coyly, then more teasingly. He noticed the look on her face change to one of a tease. Her foot moved higher and higher up his leg. It was...’t long that her foot was between his thighs. Which made it a bit awkward when the server removed their dishes. He began to caress her legs as she placed her foot at his groin, and felt how hard he was for her.The waiter took their dessert order, and he groaned when she ordered ice cream. He was certain what she can do with ice cream must be. "Will you..." What?" she asked wonderingly and sweetly."Will you go to prom with me?"She smiled, and stopped, slipping her arms up around his neck, and kissing him softly on the lips. "Yes."Prom night.They had spent the whole day perfecting themselves. Facials, manicures, pedicures, and fresh hair cuts and blow dries by their respective stylists at Frederic Fekkai. They had all dressed at Emma's house, while their parents all drank martinis with Emma's parents in the living room, waiting to. His right hand touched my waist and gave me a soft back rub. I sighed. It was wonderful."I love you," I told him, without taking my eyes or hands off the table.He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. "I love you too, sweetie."His other hand slid under my breasts, scooping them through my white turtle-neck and the bra underneath. This was definitely not going to be a parental spanking - at least not the kind that either of my parents administered."You know I'm going to do this for real," he. Carl absolutely encouraged this kind of interaction. He started placing her hands on parts of her body that he wanted to emphasize. This added a whole new dimension to their working. It was like she was his doll to move around. And she liked this. She felt very at ease with him taking charge. It was like waves of easiness flowed over her as he moved her. She was in another world as she modeled for him. And for her audience. She was starting to get that she really had an audience.He wanted one.