I think that my slightly morose silence, particularly after my rather less than morose actions earlier, confused Samantha, and we spent a rather odd few hours wandering and shopping before a late coffee and sandwich in a street side café. At that point we perked up a bit and went back to Audrey Hepburn and Sophia Lauren. We returned to our room about sixish without any definite plans for the rest of the evening. I had given up thinking as it was giving me a headache and was not a little frightening, so I was just drifting along and feeling pretty contented, if a little spaced out. We each used the bathroom, and I lay down on top of my bed fully dressed except for my shoes. I undid the button and first few inches of the zipper on my green elvankent escort velvet trousers and raised my hands above my head in a stretch. Samantha came out of the bathroom with her shirt open and walked around sorting shopping and moving things between bags. Then she walked over and sat on the side of her bed and asked me if pulling down her pants had turned me on. Big shock. Hadn’t expected it to start again. Thought that the sexy bit was over. I had rather assumed that we had gone a little bit too far and would both be a bit careful and embarrassed over the next couple of days, but it wasn’t looking like that was Sam’s interpretation at all! I said I wasn’t sure, that it was just fun. Last emek escort bayan night I’d told her that I would get her back, and I always follow through on what I say. I was sorry if it had gone too far. She thought a moment about my shallow response and clearly decided to have one more go. “You asked me. If it turned me on. If it made me feel sexy. I was honest when I told you yes. And I really didn’t think it would you know. I mean, I wouldn’t have thought that it would. I’d never have dreamed that I’d have felt anything other than anger and shame.” She smiled slightly “But I don’t feel any anger at all toward you.” Sam stood up and moved toward my bed, changing her tone to a much lighter, more Escort eryaman jokey approach. “It turned YOU on though, you filthy bitch. To shame me and see all those blokes getting an erection as a result of you flashing MY backside at them instead of your own.” She hesitated. “Normally I’d think that I’d be the one in control. I wouldn’t ever dream of being turned on by being the one who is humiliated.” “I just might do it again as well” I threatened, as much for something to say. And kind of regretted the stupidity as soon as it came out. “No, I think that you had better say you’re sorry and that you’ll never do it again.” “Why?” I challenged. What on earth is she saying? What am I saying. Where is the exit from this conversation? “I’ve already told you why. I’m bigger and stronger and might teach you what it is to be embarrassed in public. Give you a real experience of your own medicine.” Sam was playing the part of a camp pantomime villain but there was an unmistakable undercurrent too of sexual tension. “No, I don’t think so.