"I guess so," she said after a moment.I held up my hands. "Look, if you're uncomfortable, I understand..." No, no," she said quickly. "It's just ... w...ll, I don't date much, and I'm ... I dunno, I guess I'm unsure about how to react." Okay," I said, "it's not a date. We're just a couple of friends, no, make that new acquaintances, having a bite in a public place." I winked.She laughed. "Okay, you're on." So," I said, "how about I put this stuff," I held up my bags, "in the car, listen to the. He smiled and said ok. With Gary standing with his back to me I reached round and undid the button and the zip on his jeans. After pulling them down I undid the buttons on his boxers and put 2 fingers in around his cock and slowly pulled it through his shorts. I knew he had a gorgeous cock because I'd seen him working it but I thought to myself how fantastic it felt. I now stood in front of him with my hand stretched out holding his very hard cock. I pulled his shorts down and took hold of his. She didn’t care. When the spanking stopped the room was filled with Elizabeth’s crying. Her shoulders heaved as the pain spread across her bottom. Sitting would be a challenge, she knew. An impossibility maybe. “Get up, Elizabeth,” Miss Bentner ordered. Still crying Elizabeth stood and her hands flew to her bottom, stopping an inch from her burning stinging cheeks. She waited obediently. “You can rub,” Miss Bentner said with a wicked smile. “What do you say, Elizabeth?” A sobbing Elizabeth. She arrived at the E2 with two men, both dressed in dark suits and acting like bookends; muscle, dressed to impress.Martha turned out to be fifty and portly with steel gray hair and eyes that said she had seen it all. She was no-nonsense about the job but had a warm smile when it was warranted. I wasn’t sure what it was, exactly, but she had this aura around her that said, ‘Try me at your considerable peril!’. I figured I would be better off tangling with a barracuda than to mess with this.