I pretended it was a like accidental but more and more I made my hand touch his crouch. Just a little pressure. And then I was acting naughty and said...that I was going back to the dance floor, leaving him behind in confusion. Once and a while I came back to fetch me some vodka-redbull and made sure to bump into him again, again with some touching his arm or knee while we talked some more.And again I went back to the dance floor. The day went on and at one point more and more people started to. “Mmm…Mr. Thompson,” Michelle cooed, really getting into playing a bad girl. “I left it at home. Is there some kind of make-up assignment I could do?” “Come up here, miss.” I said. ‘I’ll show you what happens to bad girls.” “Ooh, kinky!” Michelle laughed. But I stayed in character as she stood up and, chomping gum, walked up next to me. She began to unbutton her white shirt, leaving it open and revealing cleavage and a lacy half-bra that barely covered her nipples. “You’re a walking violation ,. My hands clasped againt my large ass and I waited, expecting the worst. He took his cock in his hand and I watched as he stroked up and down. My tongue darted out, instinctively licking my lips. "You want to taste it?" he asked. "Yes master, please sir," I whispered. He chuckled and I saw his dick harden, his hand clenching around it. "Sorry, bad girls don't get their treats," he murmured. A whine escaped my lips as he grabbed my chin with his free hand, directing my eyes to his. "Now don't. The beginning.Buzzzzz, buzzzzzz... My cellphone vibrated on the night stand beside my bed. I groggily felt around in the dark until I got a hold of it. Half asleep and blinded by the bright light of the screen my heart skipped a beat when I read the short worded text message sent from Mistress. “It’s on” was all it read. I knew that everything I knew about myself, and any morals I had were soon going to be altered and destroyed.Let’s go back to the start and allow me to elaborate on the.