In an attempt to reassure him, I placed my hand on his thigh and rubbed it softly. He gasped just slightly and squirmed in his seat. “Are you aroused, Derrick?” I asked.
“Yes, Alexandra,” he replied.
Smiling, my hand moved to feel his stiffened c**k. “Good.” I withdrew and we resumed our meal with the menacing paddle remaining on the table to Derrick’s distress, my amusement, and the curious stares of our waiter.
The dinner couldn’t have been lovelier; Derrick spared no expense pleasing me. I appreciated his good taste and basic gentlemanly behavior, though little did I know what a horribly naughty man I had to contend with.
I got my next clue after coffee, dessert and mints, when I had the distinct impression that Derrick was stalling. His incessant conversation seemed to keep us from
