I even think Bill recognized his own boardroom table they used to fuck Sue on."Jeff, don't you telling me you were so stupid as to video tape this and...even give out copies?" Bill asked at almost a loss for words. You could tell Jeff didn't have an answer at the moment and was totally tongue tied."Well Mr. Evans, this is how it is going to go. Oh, by the way, I am Bobby's lawyer as well as his friend. So let me tell you what we want and how we want you to handle it." Tad told the stunned. I too decided to play around a little with him too.. Soon my feet were rubbing his bulge from under the table.. i could feel it growing and i could also see Brad get impatient.. Then I slid my chair closer and soon my hand was rubbing the bulge through his jeans.. He caught my wrist and pulled me closer and kissed me deep.. “You are such a tease babe, Wait till later” he winked.. We ate our dinner and by the end finished the whole bottle of champagne and then came the dessert.. It was hot cake. This was Sam I was going to see...the person who had seen me at my very best & very worst. He had helped me celebrate so many wonderful times in my life and held me when I cried myself into fits of hiccups over the bad times. Something inside me knew that when I saw him today, it would be unlike any other time in our lives. I added a few drops of Chantilly (which I knew he loved) behind my ears and between my breasts and was on my way. As I pulled into Sam's driveway about fifteen. You coax each detail from me gently, pulling out more and more embarrassing details. Finally:“Did you cum?”I nod and stare at the floor, “Yes Sir.”“Hmm, I wonder, did you have permission to do this?”You already know the answer and I am too ashamed to respond.Instead of waiting you slap my face.“Answer. Did you have permission to touch?”“No Sir.”You slap me again.“Did you have permission to rub that clit?”“No Sir.”The slaps and questions come rapidly now, Permission to insert a finger? No Sir.To.