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panties off.”
    She leaned back to look at him, eyes wide, lips pursed as she considered. She gulped. “Can I go to the bathroom?”
    He grinned and shook his head. “Ah-ah-ah. Gotta stay here. Do it at the table.” He was testing her, wanting to find out if she would play his games, how submissive she could be.
    “But, how…?” she stammered, trying to figure out how she could possibly remove her underwear at the table. The table was covered with a tablecloth, but they were seated in the middle of the room. The restaurant was packed and there were people seated at tables all around them.
    He shrugged. “Just do it.” His eyes scanned the room. “Nobody’s looking.”
    She snorted. “Really? The most famous football player in the world is here and nobody’s looking? I doubt that!”
    “Probably not the most famous ‘in the world,’” he said with false modesty, teasing her.
    She sighed heavily and started wriggling in her chair. He enjoyed watching her squirm as she tried to inch the elastic down little by little under her skirt.
    Their food arrived while she was in the middle of her task, and she looked terribly uncomfortable as the waiter placed her food in front of her and asked if they’d like anything else. She gave him a plastered-on smile and shook her head.
    Natron laughed and dug into his meal. A few minutes later, Carmen poked him. “Okay, they’re off. Now what do you want me to do with them?”
    “Hand them to me.”
    She pressed a handful of bunched-up fabric into his palm. He grinned and pocketed it. “Thank you. It pleases me that you did what I asked.”
    “You’re welcome,” she said, then started on her enchiladas.
    After they consumed their meal, Natron asked, “How does it feel to be sitting there, in public, without any panties?”
    “Kinda naughty,” she said, scrunching up her shoulders as if she relished being a naughty girl.
    Natron lifted his index finger. “Check, please,” he told the waiter. While they waited, he and Carmen stared hungrily into each other’s eyes. Under the table he laced his fingers through hers and stroked her palm with his thumb. He couldn’t wait to get out of there so he could kiss her, hold her, fuck her.
    Walking out to the car, he squeezed her ample bottom and she turned to face him. He grabbed her ass with both hands and planted a kiss on her lips. She melted into his arms, and he ruled her mouth with his. When she tilted her pelvis toward him, he broke away, saying, “Don’t tell me you want to go dancing. Please say you don’t still want to go dancing.” Then he buried his mouth in the crook of her neck and ran his hands down the curve of her hips.
    Her voice was breathy. “Maybe we could dance at your place,” she whimpered in response to his kisses, “or mine.”
    He pulled her into the car and instructed the driver to take them home. The partition closed and they were alone in the backseat. Natron turned Carmen over his knee and started to raise her skirt.
    “What are you doing?” she squeaked.
    “Just an inspection. Don’t move.” He lifted her skirt to her waist, exposing her naked bottom.
    “But the driver,” she protested.
    “He’s not paying any attention to us. He’s driving.”
    Natron hugged her torso with one arm and skimmed her magnificent round globes with the other. He investigated her pussy with his fingers. “Damn, you’re wet, girl.”
    She made a whiny noise and wiggled in his grasp.
    “I’m not sure you should be this aroused, little girl. You may need a spanking.”
    Her muffled cry indicated to him that she disagreed, but he took aim and swatted her lovely rear end anyway.
    He entered her pussy with his finger. “Still wet. Better try again,” he said, then smacked her hind end.
    Carmen squirmed and protested, but he repeated the process several times until her ass cheeks were hot to the touch and her cunt was dripping with her juices.
    When they arrived home, they didn’t even make it to the