......it would be so embarrassing and humiliating having another man do that to me.” She told him. She was right of course; having another male tak...ng down her panties and punishing her would be embarrassing; having another male seeing her naked that way; seeing the pink fleshy lips of her pussy pushing out between her thighs as she bent over would be very embarrassing. Having another male holding her dress up as he administered each stroke of the disciplining instrument would be humiliating.. A gazillion thoughts ran through Laura’s head. ‘You should have waited for me to join you’ and ‘I hoped you shaved your pussy super smooth’ were some thoughts. But it was just thoughts. Thoughts that made her feel like a cheap wanton slut for something that would probably not even be supported by the woman on the other end of the connection. “Yes,” Laura answered, “just wanted to let you know I will be there in a few minutes,” she laughed, turning into Cathy’s drive way. “Oh, I can see you.. At least that hadn’t taken long. There should still be plenty of hot water left. I turned quickly, ready to dash back to that very inviting waterfall, and glanced around the room for the first time. Needless to say, when I saw the man sitting on the couch I screamed. But only for a second. “Who are you? What the hell are you doing here?” He blushed and smiled slowly. He had a great smile and an even better blush. I was a sucker for shy guys. I felt myself melting. I was almost afraid to hear. I dug out an old baggy pair of dungarees, a tight yellow crop top t shirt and an old tight yellow see through wonderbra. Thinking deeply about my choice of further attire I decided the following would indeed be appropriate. I selected a tight black lace suspender belt I’d not worn in quite a while, some seamed fishnet stockings and accompanied them with a pair of black leather high heeled ankle boots. I placed the articles on top of my ottoman waiting to be worn on the Saturday morning..