“Please Sir. No.” She told him. “Why?” He asked her. “It........it would be so embarrassing and humiliating having another man do that to ...me.” She told him. She was right of course; having another male taking down her panties and punishing her would be embarrassing; having another male seeing her naked that way; seeing the pink fleshy lips of her pussy pushing out between her thighs as she bent over would be very embarrassing. Having another male holding her dress up as he administered each. "Not a problem at all. How about a dip in the ocean to cool off a bit?"I laughingly agreed, racing him down to the warm, clear water.He asked me to have dinner with him that evening. Saying no never even crossed my mind. I took my time getting ready. Hair, check. Make-up, done. Dress... killer. Why was I so nervous?Shawn was right on time, knocking on my door at 7:30 sharp. I took a deep breath and opened the door. The look on his face made my primping worth the effort. He didn't say anything;. Chili waited a few moments and thenbegan to apply a clear coat of polish. When she was done she made mewait and not move my fingers at all from the table and finally she ranher thumb over one of my nails and it was dry."All done," she said. "Me too," said Miss Suzie from behind me. "You can get up now." Shepushed my shoulder gently. I stood. Again they all laughed. "You'reno ballerina are you honey?" asked Miss Suzie gayly.As I stood I passed a mirror. I looked over and could not. Getting them to talk wasn’t easy. First there was the food, which each consumed with great fervor. Second, they both had the giggles. Maggie, I was informed, had been at the house all afternoon and would be spending the night. Maggie’s mother was Hawaiian, and her father a Canadian military officer. Her parents had met in Vancouver, and that’s where Maggie spent most of her childhood. One of three siblings, Maggie was named after her father’s mother, Margaret. Maggie’s long hair was like silk.