" So, after a couple of months, our paths finally crossed. When I said, "Hello" to Bernadette, a coy sexual smile came over her face. We exchanged sto...ies on what we were doing and tried to figure out how we had drifted away' "Well, there is only one thing to do. Let's go out to dinner on Saturday night. You can pick any place that you want to go. I'll pick you up about seven," I said. "Sure, that would be great, and surprise me on the restaurant," she replied. Today was Monday and we'll talk. A life without designer labels was like a life without air. I was vainly proud of my wardrobe, and my appearance, for that matter. Miss High-Maintenance, that was me. Guilty as charged.I decided on an emerald green wiggle dress that night, that I only just managed to squeeze myself into. I found my grandmother’s dark purple Hyacinth brooch and pinned it to my dress. The Ink Spots were wailing from the speaker as I put the finishing touches to my outward appearance. Ruth, of course, would scold. ‘A little to the left of where you are,’ I told her. I held the books up and she snapped a picture. We looked at it in the viewer. ‘That’s perfect,’ Gina said. ‘I got you all the way from your head to your shorts, and the book just barely covers your nipples.’ ‘Yeah, that one’ll go before the two in the living room.’ I opened the book and set it on the pillow. I took my pants off and lay on the bed. A stuffed doll of an Indian, the CIT Braves’ mascot, sat against the wall near the pillow, and a. I ignored common sense and thought how much I wanted to be spanked by this gorgeous, bewitching, divine young woman and, as I thought those erotic thoughts, I undid my trousers and pushed them down towards the floor, catching my underpants with my thumbs in the elastic waistband, and soon they were both around my ankles and I was looking down at Lauren’s bare thighs which were begging me to go across them.I lowered myself across Lauren’s lap as instructed and felt my stiff erection pressing.