”“Sign zee papers, old man.”I took the pen from her hand and muttered in my best phony German Gestapo movie accent. I didn’t have much choice....I signed my John Hancock in a signature with two-inch high letters defiantly spanning the page. I allowed myself to smile; the sweeping curlicue underline flourish was a nice touch.The small conference room reserved for council meetings was jam-packed with a standing room only gaggle of curious sisters as I took my place at the head of the table while. She was a little surprised that I still had the harness on since she had been out for SO long.I took them off and I wanted to hear her tell me what happened but she said, “You should look at my ass. Madam Lisa said there should be a handprint still. Can you turn on the light for a second and take a look?”I turned on the light while she was bent over with her ass in the air. I looked at her ass and I couldn’t believe it. On each side was an area that had small bruises all over the place. I had. "Well then, my secret would be that I have been having an affair with one of my work colleagues," she whispers, looking down and her face going bright red. I can sense that she's relieved to have let her secret out to somebody."Me too Julie," I reply, and reassuringly place my hand on hers.Her head snaps up and she asks if I really have had lesbian encounters. I nod, confessing that I have. The ice is broken and as we down a diet coke, all the details begin to emerge. We compare the differences. I watched him stroke himself for a few seconds then reached out with a finger. My finger tip gently brushed against the tip of his cock. When he didn't object I began to gently stroke the head then let my fingers move down to the top of his shaft. A second finger joined it. He let go of his cock allowing my fingers full access.I gently wrapped my fingers round his shaft. He felt so hard, his cock throbbed slightly. My fingers slowly worked their way down his shaft, cupping his balls then.