"Hi," the man said."Hi," Carl responded."I'm Bennett." The man held out the rose. "This is for you."Carl hesitated, but Bennett shook the rose, so Car... hesitantly took it."Wow... You're even more beautiful than your pictures," Bennett said."I'm really glad you showed up, I know it's weird doing a date likethis for the first one, but it's Valentine's Day, so it made sense tomake it nice."Carl had no idea how to react to a situation like this. He'd never hadto endure it before, so the solution. More skin, less fabric. More sweat, less tears. More anger, more lust, more hazy implacable emotions in Ryan’s ever-darkening eyes. And then no fabric, no clothes, William completely exposed to Ryan. And he realized then that no matter what Ryan was wearing, what he wasn’t, whether he had just come out of a shower, if it was right after sex, no matter what . . . Ryan would never be exposed completely to William. Ever. And if he would have realized what that meant at that moment . . . well, it. With each slap I could feel her swimming in pleasure, using her hand to stimulate her aching pussy.“You think you could give it a try?” I interrupted her masturbation.“Oh, I think I’ve got it now,” she answered as we switched positions.She did much better this time; there were even a few times during the spanking when she sent a shiver straight up my spine. I even had to hold back a couple of tears from rushing down my face as she applied the techniques I showed her.“I’ve got an idea,” she said. When she got up, I glanced at her crotch and swore I saw a wet spot between her legs. I also thought I caught a whiff of wet pussy as she passed by, brushing my left leg that was still on the floor. I checked where she was sitting, but the dark fabric of the couch revealed nothing. Returning, she handed me my bottle and resumed her place on the couch, but was a little closer, our legs almost touching. My dick stiffened more.Handing myself totally over to the weirdness of it all, I pressed.