"The discussion around the dinner table while waiting for dinner to be served was stilted and awkward at times. William tried to participate, but kept...finding that he was at a loss in terms of the direction the discussion was heading. It was frustrating, but he did his best to muddle through. The conversation would have died except the new chef, Peter, had come to announce the beginning of the meal.Peter had created a masterpiece of cuisine from Italy and could hardly wait to see the reaction. Speakers around the room continued to allow her to talk normally. There was no screen flickering or anything. It confirmed with him more and more of her abilities as he spoke to her.“Ericson, why is my face so important to you?” she asked.“I guess your memory core is still not functioning correctly. You asked that question before.”“Negative. You have not provided enough answers to respond to my inquiry correctly. Why is my face important to you?”“Well, it simply goes this way. Can you see my. ‘Always.’ True enough, she was noticeably pretty. This pleased Christine, and we made arrangements to meet and walk to the lot together. Good, I thought. We’ll make folks jealous. She left, sashaying out the shop with my eyes glued to her full behind. Christine seemed excited, gliding into the leather passenger seat. I hopped in, showed her some of the nice features, such as the sliding Sunroof that went back at the click of a button. On a nice Spring night, it was a nice extra to have. We. After the session, he scheduled an appointment for her the following week. She came back and the process was repeated, except he used a belt. The week after that he suggested that she touch herself while he spanked her with the belt. After a couple more weeks he suggested that it might require him to spank her directly on the vagina. She agreed so readily that I was beginning to wonder what was up.She kept coming back every week. Soon the details of the story started becoming more intense. Each.