Her skirt lay comfortably over her roundupper thighs. Concealed beneath, she could feel the cool leather of thebarstool pressing against her glutes. U...der the skirt, a sheer layer offabric barely covered her modesty and pulled tight between her cheeks.She wore a tight, sleeveless shirt which followed and pulled tightagainst her breasts.Dark eyeliner accentuated her round, innocent eyes. Her lips seemedmost natural when they were slightly parted, forming a bright red,relaxed bow. Pendant. Later the sex scene had kept her alive and if not rich it had fed her, housed and clothed her. The result of all this was a hard headed woman of 22 with little self respect, a strong determination and a chip on her shoulder a mile wide. She had grown to love pain, including self harm, feeling that she needed to be punished heavily, though for what she really had no definite idea. She had avoided d**gs or alcohol abuse, having seen others go down that road she felt that way led to a woman. She had his clothes off and about two seconds later her own before turning that hungry gaze on me. I didn't see it though; I was staring at the man in front of me. He was astounding! Not in the vid star type of way, of course. His face is pleasantly handsome although not pretty-boy beautiful; powerfully masculine is what I call it, which makes him laugh. He says that's a nice way of saying he's ugly as a dirt road which makes me mad and threaten that spankings can go both ways. I don't think. Put it down.” I groaned inwardly, but obeyed. I came back holding three, cold beers. I handed one to each of our guests, keeping my eyes averted out of embarrassment, and then handed one to my husband. I knew I wouldn't be getting a drink. “Alright Kiya, you know what needs to be done now.” I hung my head, but nodded. “Take the rest of your clothes off.” I unbuckled by skirt, let it fall to the ground, and then pulled my panties down. While down there, I pulled off my socks and shoes as well..