Less than usual, he had thought. What a shame. He didn’t show this though, he never did. Black had endless energy when needed. They moved through th... empty pathway and into one of eight unmarked elevators, shooting them down. They exited on a floor that appeared to be a control room covered in telescreens and holographic design modules. It was blindingly white and workers in white shirts flowed by, barely noticing him. Too many pen protectors, Damien noticed. In the center hovered a pinpoint. Dinner was excellent as I knew it would. We shared dessert, cheesecake. It was so delicious and even better watching him eat. Watching his lips part and his tongue swirl as he took in his share of the smooth cheesecake. God everything about him seemed to turn me on. He paid for dinner even though I argued to pay half. He was such a gentleman that I wanted to thank him in a very personal way for his kindness. We left the Roadhouse hand in hand as we smiled and laughed at how nervous we had been. Nevertheless, some boys had been brave enough to try their luck with me; there had been a few hurried snogging and groping sessions after birthday parties, I admit. A couple of boys had even managed to ‘cop a feel’ of my rather unimpressive boobs in the dark but until that summer the contents of my knickers had remained a mystery to all except myself.I had explored myself ‘down there’ many times but that wasn’t something I wanted to talk about.Johnny of course was the dream boyfriend for most. This went on for several minutes completely lost in the sensations of my first female petting session. Then Jim spoke: " Excuse me but this little tramp was in our bedroom snooping around. I demand satisfaction. She needs to be punished." I had forgotten he was even in the room looking at his wife make out with another woman. "I think a spanking would be in order don't you think Susan?"Susan stopped kissing me and said " Jim is right you must be punished Ingrid for what you did. I think that.