“I noticed you were empty so I brought another round for you.” I thanked him and continued talking to the girls.We finished eating and I said, �...I don’t know about you but I always like a fireball on the rocks after a big meal like that. Any takers?” They agreed and I called Josh over to fetch them for us. He was back in a flash and asked if there was anything else he could do for us. I ordered another round and the check.“Now these are for sipping and will help settle your food. Enjoy. " Oh." How do you feel now?" About brushing?" Well, all right, start with that. About brushing?" I am still doing as I have been told." Does this memory make you want to change?" Not really, because it's obviously the right way it should be done and, when I do it in the way I was told, I know I am doing the right technical thing, but I also know that I am still following instructions. If I do the right thing, I always end up following orders I have been given before. They were always doing this. He moved me around to face the counter and bent me over. My hands rested on the counter as he lifted my mini skirt and took a look at my ass in the crotchless stockings and underwear. He then gave me two hard spanks on each of my bum cheeks before lifting me up and turning me to face him. "Not bad so far," he said and he then grabbed my ass and pulled me into him. He picked me up and sat me down on the kitchen counter top. He spread my legs as he lifted my skirt to take a look at my shaven. I’ve insisted that he go commando. What’s good for the goose is good for the gander ;)The whole trip to the restaurant hubby’s hand kept finding its way to my thighs but he never touched my pussy despite my protests. I wasn’t allowed to touch myself either. I could feel how wet I had become and I ached and yearned to be touched and fucked. When we arrived we parked a little further from the door than we really had to in anticipation of later. I stopped him as we walked to the door, pulled him.