I didn't mind their meeting her. But it would cut down the time we could spend with Sharon. Unlike her parents, mine would insist on doing something a...ll together instead of just feeding us breakfast and sending us on our way.No, D.C. made the most sense. There were enough attractions to keep us busy during the day and my apartment would work fine for the photo shoot. It was bare enough that we'd have no trouble coming up with a suitable backdrop.Except I'd still need to get the women here. I'd. He paused, "Well, I do think that there should be some... consequences for your indiscretion. Don't you?" "I suppose so," I said. Frankly, right then, I had no idea what that might involve. I thought I did, and I thought I could handle it... How wrong you can be? "You suppose so?" "I mean, yes. There should be consequences." He sat on the edge of the bed and patted his lap. "Bad girls get spanked," he said, completely matter of fact. My heart was already beating fast, and I had been blushing. . Never! she thought angrily, absentmindedly playing with her sensitive new tits and inadvertently sending jolts of arousal to her groin.When she finally noticed and stopped herself, she found that her arousal continued to grow anyway. Oh no, she thought, as her attention was pulled down to her playful little pussy, its exciting new changes having been jumpstarted and strengthened by the sensations coming from her boobs. She shivered as her vagina tightened, eagerly preparing to pump the cum. She was growing to love Sammy more day by day.As she'd thought at the beginning of an earlier date: "I like this man. Please don't let me screw this up!"Just then, the doorbell rang.Barbara and Raul were snuggled together on the coach, nursing their after dinner glasses of wine while holding hands. Barbara marveled at how easy it was to talk to Raul about anything, from their kids, to current events, the arts — he was such a good conversationalist.She was so glad she'd gotten to know him.