We had started talking 4 months prior but this was our first meeting.I made a booking at a well-known restaurant in central London, I put on my best s...it and made my way there, I got there 8pm and got seated, my date had texted me and said she was running late so I sat there looking over the menu, 10 mins had past and I thought I was stood up, was just about to leave when in she walks a 5’6 slightly chubby, wearing tight jeans and a khaki long shirt, with peep toe heels that showed of her. I kissed her neck and brought her close by the small of her back…He was watching.“She likes to dance for you.”Jake and I sat while Candy moved gracefully in front of us. How do girls know how to move like that? I wondered. Her hips circled, her neck flexed, her hands gently following her flanks and the black mini-dress slid over her hips. She was inches from me…He kept watching.“She loves to suck your cock”She knelt. I pulled down my jeans.“Can I smell it first?”She took me in her hand and took. She'd never called herself a lesbian, she thought gay was a much more fun way to say it. That’s what really made Sammy beautiful, she was never insecure or scared of her sexuality. It never worried her, the way it did some of her peers, it was just fun to her. Sammy had fooled around with many of the girls at her school but none more so than Jessica, Sammy’s best friend, the best pussy eater Sammy had ever met. Many of Sammy’s nights had been spent laying on a bed, Jessica’s expert tongue. "I've been such a messy girl, Sir, please will you punish me for it?" Ah, my perfect slut, you know me so well – I so dearly love hearing you ask for your punishments. I nod firmly, and see a little shiver run through you at the sight. Anticipation and perhaps a little fear? Whatever it is, it's delightful. I take a moment to wipe your face clean of the stray dressing with my napkin, and then I pull you up, lifting you across my knee. ?I shall punish you, dear,? I say, stoking.