It was a fine way to determine if additional spanks were needed if the girl was enjoying it too much for her own good.When Pamela became aware of her ...ntended exercises, she begged me to not be so forward as to demand her bottom be bared for the spanking asking instead if I might be able to spank her on her white linen undies to spare her the mortification of being naked to a strange man. Her sister convinced her that the "full" exercise was necessary if she was ever to grow up and become a. As I enter the weight area I hear the familiar clank of the weights as they rise and fall. Sounds like a small stack and wonder what little k** must be here also. As I round the corner I noticed this woman Lisa. She was working a short stack on the weight bench machine as I walked by and said hi. We had met a couple times before and just exchanged some small chit chat. I noticed that we were the only ones left in the weight area yet I could hear at least one other person running the track above. Lisa put her worn underpants in my briefcase. She walked around in outfits that were even more revealing than usual. She would spread open her knees and flash me her tiny wet pussy. She would pull aside her top and pinch her nipple while she was certain I was watching. But mostly she would whisper in my ear. “You know you want to fuck me. You want to put your dirty old hands all over my body because you know I can do things to you that no other woman can!” It was irritating not just. How ironic it was that I had never given him a second thought in high school, but couldn't get him out of my mind now. I remember him being awkward then; not seeming to be comfortable in his skin, or something like that. But thirty years later, he seemed very comfortable with himself; the years had been very good to him.We talked a couple of other times after that, but mostly communication was through the social networking site. I noticed some of the comments to his posts referring to him as.