Her clothes showed that she had womanly hips, a small waist and a very nice set of breasts. Her hair was down alongside her face. He thought her cloth...s were a little too casual for a dinner date but with the younger generation he knew better than to question as to how she was dressed.He then came to the realization that his lady was not Amy, she was older and although she looked quite a bit like Amy she wasn't. Maybe this was her older sister. He thought he would have some fun."Are you ready. That’s why you saw us at the club.’ ‘Did you…’ I couldn’t ask the question, but she read my intent anyway. ‘It was a bit of a thrill, but nothing earthshaking, and being spanked and touched was exciting, but nothing close to what I feel when I do it to you, or watch it done to you.’ ‘So,’ I couldn’t stop myself from needling, ‘this whole mess was about nothing?’ She hung her head and looked away. ‘It was.’ ‘Silly mistress,’ I whispered. She nodded dejectedly, but suddenly her head swiveled. “Do you think I’m sexy?”“Yes, mistress.”“Hmm…” She observed me lying on the bed, and giggled. “Yes, I can see that.”I followed her gaze and realized that my penis was straining upward against the front of my jeans. Embarrassment and horniness competed inside me, but I continued to lie still, afraid of ending whatever was going on.“Poor Royce, the virgin,” August cooed at me. She reached behind her back again, and this time her bra slipped from her chest, exposing the fantastic mounds of her. "Mmm, what's for dinner?" Adrienne asked, now that the introductions were out of the way. "It smells delicious!" My supermodel special," I replied, leaning against the kitchen doorway with my arms folded across my chest.Adrienne left Sasha and sauntered over to me, a little smirk on her face. "Supermodel special? You made a macrobiotic salad with a couple of cigarettes?"I barked a short laugh and shook my head. "Nope. But really, cigarettes? Tell me you haven't started smoking." I haven't.