It wasn’t our first date, but it was still her first “scene.” We had gone through a basic checklist over dinner and established the standard traffic light safeword system. I’d been a perfect gentleman and she’d been a perfect lady. In the car on the way to my place, she got the first taste of what was to come – I ordered her to hike up her dress and give me her panties, which I smelled before tucking them into my shirt po...