Maybe he wasn’t looking at me but I wasn’t going to stop. I made my way to his bed, after shutting the door behind me, by the light of his laptop....His mouth gaped open but his eyes said yes. He was looking down at me and at his lovely hard dick. I slowly reached out and grasped it lightly. It felt good in my hand and I slowly started moving my hand over the top of it. He gave a little moan but suddenly stopped when he realized that his sister’s best friend was stroking his dick. He stared down. That was three months ago, tonight.We'd arrived at the club at 8:00PM. We were with two other couples and an eligible girlfriend. All of the women were Jill's friends from the office. We'd settled in and the conversation was animated and loud: the men talking to each other, the women among themselves—little but polite attention was paid to me. Arriving, Jill and I'd danced, once slow once fast. Then, the hunt was on—as usual. Men started arriving at our table asking Jill to dance. She turned. "It was Justin, wasn't it? He went after you after he found out about us, didn't he?" His eyes searched her face, seeing the answer in her eyes before she could drop them. "I'll kill the son of a bitch," he growled, pushing off the couch with rage growing in his stomach. "He had no right to touch you, no right at all." It's all right, dammit Ethan. They don't hurt. I'm fine. I handled it like I handle everything when it comes to Justin." She walked over to him and pushed him back on the couch. Gemma saw the red line appear across the Headmasters bottom and smiled. She heard him gasp but thought that maybe the next stroke could be slightly harder. So when she pulled the cane back again and focused on the Headmasters bottom she decided to land the next stroke just below the first and to make it harder. As it landed she was delighted at the louder gasp that came from the Headmaster but as he stayed in position she was happy that the stroke was not too hard. She also smiled as the second.