What time did you come in?”“Around one.”“From work?”“No, me and some co-workers went out.”“Oh ok.” I smiled.“What has you in such ... great mood?”“I had a good night sleep.”“Indeed.”“Are you working late tonight too?”“No, I will be home. I was wondering if you wanted to go out to dinner.”“Sure, why not, it would be nice to be out of scrubs and put on some real clothes.”“Ok, so let’s plan for eight thirty?” he asked.“Sounds like a plan.” I got home from work, somewhat excited about dinner. I got. " I turned and left without another word, leaving Donna still crying, bent over the chair. That image burned in by brain. I can still see it in my mind today exactly as it was. The white "bullseye" marks from the paddle were just beginning to turn purple, but the rest of her bottom was still red from her earlier spanking - my spanking. I went straight home and masturbated twice before going to sleep despite all of the things Donna and I had shared, that was the image that made me come. I met. I agreed. She went on to say that she loved getting looked at in them and even touched while she wore them and that my uncle didn't mind at all and that he loved anything she did in them. I was really bothered at this point and started to tent up in my pants. She looked down and said, "Oh..Oh my..what do we have here? Maybe you should take those off and be comfortable?". Her voice was sarcastic but had an obvious sexual tone. I agreed and stood up to remove my pants. When I did her eyes got. He said, “Well, I really like you and want to do stuff with you.” Right then we decided to go for a ride.He opened up the door and I hopped in and we started going for a ride. We stopped on the side of the road and he started groping my crotch. I was getting really wet and he said, “Take off your pants and let me feel your pussy. I want to taste a warm pussy to counteract the harsh coldness of the outside. I said, “I don’t really wa—“ Right then he started ripping off my pants and digging.