.. Mistress Grace.'' I lowered my gaze to see Grace had reached forward and began unbuttoning my blouse."First we need to take this off... and the res...t.'' The smile was back, Grace was enjoying this a little too much.I stood up and shrugged off my shirt. I hooked my thumbs into my skirt and pushed it down my thighs to the floor and tried to step out of it but stumbled a little, Grace steadied me. I was still a little dizzy with nerves and adrenaline. It didn't really feel like this was. I’m pacing back and forth, awaiting you anxiously. I finally give up pacing and lay down on the bed, curling up and watch an old episode of Friends, with thoughts of you filling my mind. Yawning softly, I drift off to sl**p. You let yourself into our room with your key, surprised that I don’t greet you at the door as you had expected. Finding yourself slightly disappointed, you walk into the room to find me asl**p on the bed. A smile crosses your lips as you lay your hand in my hair, stroking. They will hear you downstairs if I let you get yourself off! Now be patient.", he replied. With that, he gave my lily-white ass a couple of smacks. I yelped, just loud enough that maybe his friends would hear. I was excited by the thought of these working class men finding out that the rich kid was getting spanked by the calloused hand of her working class boyfriend. After the brief spanking, Tom took the dildo and stroked it three times inside and out, I moaned in pleasure. "Oh, Tom,. . I need one of these. Is it much trouble to set up?”“Less time than a wall tent unless you have a basket full of help,” I said.“Hard to learn?”“Not really,” I confessed. “The first time took me 40 minutes reading the book as I went. Next try was 30 minutes including checking the book when I got lost.”“How about this set?”“I had a newby,” I said. “For somebody who has a dad who rendezvous regularly ... she took some explaining.”Angie spoke up, “Daddy never let us help ... said we’d just get in.