I’m flattered by the attention, but I’m not interested.” A moment later he added, “I’m straight.”I nodded, but held onto him with my willp...wer. He stood there, looking at me, unable to pull away. After a few moments, I smiled more and said, “If you’re not interested, why are you still looking at me?” I could tell he was asking himself the same question, and not finding an answer. His confusion was evident, and he was becoming a little more nervous. His chest deflated slightly, and he remained. “You are a bad girl Suzanne,” He told her “And bad girls get punished don’t they?” “Yes.” She answered in a whisper, fearing another slap to her already sore ass. He lightly tapped her again, managing to catch exactly the same spot as before, increasing the sensitivity. “I didn’t hear you.” He teased a little. “I said, yes.” “Good. Now stand up.” Suzanne stood, her kilt still hooked up and her briefs wedged in the crack of her ass. “So, let us she what Suzanne has to offer shall we?” He. He accepted the plate, silverware and glass of wine, silently nodding his agreement to abide by my order.Everything went splendidly for fifteen minutes. We touched glasses, spoke quietly and enjoyed the grilled salmon."We were talking about touching before," I said, speaking softly, wanting to steer the conversation back to setting limits."We already established that 'touching' is analogous to feeling up," Patti replied, also keeping her voice just above a whisper.Our banter was serious, very. But the more I exchanged emails with her about this the more I got into the idea. She seemed so nonchalant about it, like double-dogging would be like a walk in the park. That turned me on. She said she had done it once before and was very cautious about who she chose. I felt slightly flattered that she was willing to indulge me and her attitude put my mind at ease....cuz I don’t cherish the thought of sticking my cock in a rabid AIDS infected cunt (sorry, pardon the French).After weeks of.