I poured an ounce or so in his glass and a little splash in my glass but I held mine such that he did not see that he was really the only one drinking... Now, I said, Lets start with a little and see what happens&hellip, Bottoms up! He swallowed his drink and I just pretended to do the same. There was so little in my glass it looked like I had a drink. Bill scrunched up his eyes and puckered his lips like he just bit a fresh lemon. I smiled and asked, It wasnt that bad was it? Not that bad, I. She looked a little confused in the mall so I walked up to her and asked if I could help her out. April, as she would introduce herself to me as, was new in town. I offered to show her around the mall, and then if she wanted, I could take her to lunch and talk about some of the places around town that she might want to see. After a while of showing her around the mall, she agreed.We went to a good little sports bar I frequent that’s just about in the center of town, and only a few minutes from. Tears fell down my cheeks as he continued to spank my bare ass cheeks. I pleaded for him to stop. He paused and rubbed my butt cheeks and I cried and said please no more, please just stop it Roger. I told you he said , you agree. I stop, it’s really quite simple.Fine I looked over my shoulder with fire in my eyes as I said fine, if you want him to see me exposed and open to his eyes who am I to complain, right roger, who am I. go ahead I don’t care anymore if that’s what you want then just do. I laugh because honestly at that statement all i can do is laugh. If i get angry, protest, become involved, speak up about how degrading it feels to have women openly laugh at masculinity then i prove (as i'm sure this blog will eventually end up there, if so hello ladies) the statement right. But if i grin and bear it, not say a word and laugh at my brothers who do protest what i feel is the equivalent of blowing up feminism, then i only aid the problem. Don't get me wrong, I understand. It.