I slap you... HARD. your left cheek stings... and starts to glow pink, I push you back, you land on your back, I tell you to lie there on the ground..... prone... helpless, hopeless and useless...I command your wife over to me, she comes. she has watched you degrade yourself before me... a REAL man... and it turns her on... she is practically dripping from her excitement, I have made her wear some very sexy black lacy panties, sheer bra.. her taut erect nipples showing through...she approaches. Darlene bravely elected to go first and climbed up the rungs, turning frequently as she did so, with a bravado she was far from feeling, to smile enticingly at the assembled citizenry below. She felt inwardly very much as a French aristocrat in his ascent of the steps of the guillotine, must have done, and it least it would all have been over quickly for him, rather than being but the start of a day-long ordeal by cold torture.As the observant and pessimistic Julia had all too accurately. I saw her most intimate moment.I saw it, consumed it, exploited it, flipped it in myhead many times since. And she didn?t know. Neither me nor Billy have girlfriends. OK, this is not something Iam bragging about. It?s just a fact. Call us freaks or geeks or whatever namepeople with girlfriends like to throw at us, you probably won?t make it anyworse for us. It?s just like that. I have the slight advantage over Billy though,as I have actually had sexual intercourse in my life whereas he can. .." "Is that a...a...a boner?" I became baffled. "You... You don't know what a BONER looks like?" She blushed. "No..." "Does that mean..." "I'm a virgin? Yes. Does... THAT..." She pointed at my boner, "Mean that you like my dancing?" "Um... Yeah..." We stood there awkwardly for a while. Then she straightened. "I'm flattered." I looked at her. "I'm flattered" usually meant she wanted something. "Sammi?" "You boosted my self esteem. Let me return the favor." In moments, she had thrown my trunks.