The sound of a zipper coming undone. My zipper. I remember a tugging sensation. His hands again. My chest. My jeans and boxers yanked down. Cool air o...n my ass. Both of us stumbling back. Bumping into the dining table. Roughly being turned around. Bent. That was me, me being bent over the table. My jeans around my ankles.My God! If the first part was a blur, the next part was anything but. No, if anything, the next part is crystal clear and in painfully sharp focus. He had me over the table, ass. They must be over the lap far enough so their bottom is conveniently located directly over the spanker’s right thigh.In order to preserve modesty, the person being spanked may be tempted to lie flat with their head up and legs straight out behind; however, if they are concerned for their modesty, they shouldn’t have gotten themselves spanked in the first place. The spankee’s head and shoulders should be angled down and their knees tucked down out of the way so that their bottom is well turned. "Oh god ... what are you doing?" she moaned as my other fingers teased her pussy lips and clit as my index finger fucked her ass."Do you want me to stop?" I asked hoping that the answer would be a "No"."Mmmmm ... mmmmm" was what I heard from her as she churned her hips against my fingers that were teasing her pussy and her ass. I was able to slip a finger into her pussy joining my index finger in her ass as I now fucked both her holes.I became aware of someone standing beside me, looking up I. So how do I get through the prerequisite? Having sex with man had never entered into my thoughts. Sure I had a couple things happen when I was a kid but nothing sexual so much as inquisitive. But it didn't gross me out, I thought. If two guys wanted to be together...whatever. It just didn't register for me. I had been totally happy with a fairly consistent stream of women through high school and college so far. Other forms of release had just not come up. At this point I was starting to think,.