I kind of backtracked and said that it was really not appropriate for me to say something like that. She then said, “I was wondering because that is...exactly what my father would have said and, in fact, he would have done more than just say that.”Before I continue, I should let you all know that I cannot remember when in my life I was not interested in adult spankings. I was very fortunate in the time period of about 1990 to 2000 that I did a lot of business travel and, through the internet, met. I figured it would be fun just to tease him a bit knowing I was sitting there panty less. He said we could meet in the back, where the tables were a little bit isolated from the main bar. I got there before him and found a table in the back. I ordered a glass of wine to try to relax a bit and when I looked up, he was standing there looking down at me. As soon as I looked into his eyes, he smiled and sat down. He ordered a drink and we sat there talking…Soon he reached down and started feeling. " Kat replied, and instead of turning into the stairwell, she continued out the door and began a leisurely stroll around the block. Keeping her eyes open for anyone taking too great an interest in her, Kat made her way back towards where they had parked the vehicle. Half a block before the unfinished building, Bob spoke up, "Turn left NOW. Into that alley. Look casual." he warned.Kat veered left and entered the alley, the skin on the back of her neck prickling.In the shadows of the alley, Bob. "Nothing's wrong but I want some pussy," I replied while not even taking my eyes off her tits. She seemed to be surprised and for some reason thought it was me wanting to do it out of pity or a feeling of reciprocation. I assured her that wasn't the case and next thing you know she was on the floor on all fours, pants pulled around her ankles and her shirt on but bra off and her tits were flopping. If her pussy isn't the picture you see when you look up the term, I don't know why not. I.