It wasn't long before A particularly, "sensual" scene came on. I wasn't exactly sure what to do, so I let it happen. I didn't say anything, and neithe...r did she. We just sat and watched as the couple on screen had sex. That was until I started to get hard. I couldn't ask my girlfriend to get off of me without being either awkward, or revealing my concealed weapon. I knew that I was screwed. I had no idea how Carrie would take it. We really weren't that sexual of partners, at least up until now. . The sort of laughter that starts off as a giggle and ends up raucous, indicating drunkenness. I thought I would take a look. I walked back across the road and pushed open an old wire gate. A red painted cement footpath led to a wooden verandah that was well shaded. It had a high tiled roof and was comparatively cool. Old lounge chairs marked with animal fur lined the verandah and in the middle was a rough-hewn log coffee table. ‘G’day.’ ‘How are you going?’ ‘Bloody hot.’ ‘Me too. How about that. , “ another waitress now griped and bitched at them both, clearly being offended now.“Oh, shut up!” I shouted and then zapped her as well, watching her change suddenly and start disrobing in public.“What’s your name, bitch?” I asked her now, noticing that she was a reasonably pretty blonde woman in her late twenties, but was very upset at how sexy things had become.“I’m ... Jenny ... sorry, I didn’t mean to get all ... crazy and stuff. I just ... I just got mad because my boyfriend admitted to. ..One leader. She knew what to do next. John ordered her upstairs to wait for him in his study. To take off all her clothes below her waist. To be quiet and face the corner. He needed to calm down. He wouldn't punish her while he was angry. John arrived shortly afterwards and sat in his big armchair by the window. He called her over. She would d**** herself over his knees to receive his correction. John would tip his knee slightly and remind her not to kick and not to throw her hands back. John.