Considering that neither of us had ever exposed our bodies in public before, well not to this extent anyway, Helen seemed to have overcome any shyness...or self consciousness very quickly. Even so, it occurred to me that she might still be a bit upset with me when she saw me with the cine camera filming her naked as she walked back towards me. To the contrary and to my surprise, when she got back to our spot, she just smiled and stood there brushing her long dark hair, not even making a comment. I could see her cock hardening quickly thru the lace designs and as she lowered the panties i wanted to dive in and suck her into another dimension. Not to be.. Becca pulled open the lower desk drawer taking a fluffy towel out to lay across the desktop. "Lay on your back slutboy with your head towards Ronnie. I promised you would get to eat a big mac and now is the time. Hang your head over the edge bitch so he can give you your full meal." I complied immediately finding myself centered across. Ever child cries when they are spanked.I shook my head.Me: I didn't.Interviewer: Really?He looked at me strangely.Interviewer: What did you do?I laughed.Me: Well, I cried. I guess it is still natural. 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. With all the superior imagination of her sex, she far outstripped me in the forms and even persons brought into action in these imaginary scenes. She said now that I had so deliciously initiated her in all love’s mysteries, she could imagine not only the intense pleasure of variety and even of number at once, but she felt as if a nearer relationship to the operator, or operators, would thus add stimulus to the passion and lust of the coition.‘I will imagine you to be my cousin, my uncle, my.