After some time, she asked me to sit on the seat. She rolled over on top and removed my pant and boxer in no time. She started to play with my penis a...d started stroking it. She started licking my balls and slowly carving her way to the head of my penis.After a while, she started to give me the blowjob, and she was damn good with it. She continued to portray her expertise with a blowjob for another 7 -10 minutes. I was ready to leak.I did not inform her this time and released all my load in her. Yes, rub her bottom as that would help her the most. It felt good. Surprisingly so now the punishment was over. Sexy even. Though maybe giving was a tad better than receiving she reckoned. Jane was aware of Miss D’s voice saying, “John, over my lap please,” and when she looked she saw through her blurred eyes her husband bend across Miss D’s lap. She saw his face inches from the floor, Miss D’s hand rub his bottom, and moments later the blur of the first spank. It was John’s turn to suffer. As the vicar droned on I became lost in my own thoughts and failed to notice Stephanie's mother approach."You bastard!" She yelled. "You stole my little girl and murdered her."Following the first two words she began to hit me. I made no attempt to defend myself, in fact I felt a little gratitude. I was being punished for what I did. What she was doing to me was trivial in comparison to what I'd done, but someone besides me felt that I was to blame. I deserved whatever this grieving mother could. "Her face turned towards me and she whispered something in that strange language she spoke. I shook my head. No go. Houston we have a problem. She let go of my limp dick and reached over to press something behind my right ear then took a step back and looked down at me."Hello," she said, "You can understand me now?"I blinked with surprise and nodded. "Yes." Good, that is good," she smiled, "I sometimes forget. Are you thirsty?"Totally. I nodded.She turned to her left and a white beaker appeared.