On the scheduled day I was super nervous, but also very excited. I arrived at her house and knocked on the door. She answered the door wearing a sexy,...slim black dress. She was tall, in great shape with nice tits and short, brown hair. I knew right then I was in for a good time. She invited me in and we sat down on the couch and stated talking. It didn’t take long for the talking to turn into making out. We were kissing passionately and I was sliding my hands up and down her gorgeous body. I. His advice was to go home and talk compliment her and to get her a gift, in my mind I thought I’ll just go home and kiss her ass that’s when the light went off in my head. I got home that day finished tidying up and waited for Hillary to come home from her jog, once she did dressed in a tank top and sexy shorts I walked over to her and we began to kiss. “Sorry about all the fighting” I said as my lips pressed against her neck, Hillary put her head back “it’s no one’s fault, this is a surprise. But, I enjoyed it. The first memory I have is getting spanked. Then, spanking myself. Sadly, it didn't really hurt. Not like it did when my dad spanked me.Interviewer: That is...strange.Me: Well, you wouldn't be here, interviewing me, if I was normal, now would you?He shook his head no.Interviewer: So, you, reacted...differently to being spanked.Me: Not just to being spanked. It was, well, everything.Interviewer: Like?Me: For example, when I got thumped, I remember repeatedly thumping myself.. As he approached his room, he was disappointed to find that Walt and George were waiting for him by the door. Putting his hand on the reader, the door opened as he said, “Come on in, guys. I understand that you want to talk to me.”The pair of men followed him into the living room, feeling uncomfortable about being in there. They very seldom entered Ed’s room. Looking around, it was the same as always. It was filled with furniture that would have been new in the fifties, but looked very dated in.