She shook it off and looked at the wall. She saw one with a handle and a bunch of whippy things and could imagine the feel of it across her ass, her ...thighs, her tits and maybe even her cunt. She reached for it and headed to the counter to meet her date hoping he would approve.She walked over and put it on the counter looking at him.“Nice” was all he said as he looked at it not even looking at her.She stood there feeling a glow of accomplishment as Mick rung everything up and told her date the. I tried not to but it was hard not to wonder what it looked like. Was it as thick as it looked behind fabric? Was he circumcised? Were his balls big too? I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind."Ok, I'll get you set up and then you can do your thing." I moved behind him and hooked my thumbs inside the waistband above his hips and pulled his shorts down. It seemed his shorts caught for a moment, and then came loose. I heard a soft "smack," the sound of skin on skin. I realized his still. Some things I ordered were done without complaint when I fully expected a blow up and others caused issues when in my mind, they were no-brainers. These cunts just seemed to be on a different wavelength than anyone I’d ever known before.For example, the idea of the ‘apologies’ I explained to them was taken far differently to what I would have expected. They didn’t care what I called it, they just seemed to think that the quantity was unattainable. In their heads, they converted 1,000 apologies. “I’m a newspaper reporter, for a big San Diego newspaper. That gets so competitive, and drives you around the bend, that a few days a month here, helps me a great deal. You said something about a paper, where do you work?” Pat asked.“Just started there, actually,” I said leaning in, “I’ve been assigned to do a story on Clothing Optional resorts. So far, I’m quite impressed!”“Randall,” Patty entered the conversation, “What angle are you using, I mean as far as your story is concerned?”“I’m.