She wears tight red miniskirt that goes down to her creamy thighs covered pair of long black thigh high stockings that sit nestled in a pair red stile...to heels. "Pleasure to meet you again Mr. Doe." She says, "I'm Ashley Dumas."You stand there stunned and speechless before this bombshell before you, its takes you a bit to notice that her hand is outstretched. You offer yours and shake her hand, this snaps you back to reality."I'm sorry, who are you?" You respond. "And what do you mean. ..truth." Do you ever look at porn?"She laughed out loud, embarrassed at the question. "Oh my god!" Well?? Do you?" Ummm...ok, yes. Sometimes..." she said, her eyes rolling innocently. "Like you don't. I'm so sure!" I didn't say I didn't!" I eyed her, her expression still showing embarrassment. "Let's look at some." What, right now? With a party downstairs?" They'll never come up here. They want to pretend we don't exist, come on." I involuntarily squeezed my crotch with one hand on the bed. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Rounding a sharp corner, the car made a very strange noise and the engine died suddenly. She pulled it to the shoulder with great difficulty and took out her cell phone; only to find that she was in the wilderness and the signals were very weak to make or receive a call. Just to her luck, she could see a building nearby, with a huge sign to say, it was some kind of sports complex with at least half a dozen cars parked in the lot. She knew some game was on. Bob placed the paddle on the floor, leaning against one of the chair legs. “Now Gwyn you’re on the way to being well spanked. Let’s me give you a hand in that, can I?” It would clearly not be a helping hand as his palm now rested on my bottom. “However, before we do that, I’m going to remove these shorts. They’re a real nuisance in letting me see how you’re taking all of this.” Within seconds, my shorts were down by my ankles. My shoes, which I had not removed, prevented my shorts from flying.