I take the glass of white wine, half-drunk, that you have been indulging in while masturbating, and pour it over your upturned bottom, wetting the new...silk panties."Noooh, please don't spank me in wet knickers, it hurts more," you whimper."You should have thought of that before you started."I survey the soaking wet arse before me and feel my stiffening cock in my pants as I prepare to give you what you deserve. Until now, you thought it was just a fun game. Obviously you were already turned on. I told J and he was a little gutted. He loves me being topless and was desperate to see her breasts again but agreed with whatever made me comfortable.Then with only a week to go J had his leave cancelled due to work commitments. Luckily we had insurance that would cover his costs but not mine if I cancelled as well! We were both gutted but he insisted I still went as I'd so been looking forward to it and needed a break. I told Julie who was also gutted (pretty sure she still fancies J), but. .. But don't worry, I'll give you gas money if you do." Alright, I'm on my way." You say into the phone as you pick up your coat. "Gas money isn't necessary though." You add. However, you know that if it was anyone else, you wouldn't have said that. Gas prices are crazy nowadays."Such a sweetheart." She says. "Oh, and Arisa wants to come, too. She said that she doesn't want to be in the house by herself."You shrug, "That's fine with me. But where's her boyfriend?" She said that he just went to. It was only after my first long pull of my chilled lager that I saw her as she sat down. I don’t think it’s her local, but I’d seen her in here many times before, because you would notice her, an attractive woman with a blonde bob of hair, medium height with a trim figure, I’d gauged her to be in her early 30’s. I knew she was married as I’d seen him with her many times; big rugger type and they usually had two boys, neither of whom was older than 12 at my guess; with them when they took lunch..