John then asked me if he had given me permission to speak and of course the answer was no Sir, smack smack, that’s correct Jennifer he said you were...not given permission to speak, smack smack. John then explained that he was not anywhere near finished punishing me and added that the playful spanking that I had just received was just a warm up. Warm up! I thought, oh my goodness I might have gotten myself into something that I had not counted on. He sensed the fear in me and then quietly and. We've gone straight from work, been to the movies, had a great dinner and gone for a few more drinks. The night has been fun, and I'm thinking it's probably time to go home when I feel a buzzing in the pocket of my trousers, and get the iPhone out to see who's got in touch.It's a number I don't recognise, and there's a picture attached. I move away from the group at the bar to get some privacy and open the message to see the picture better.I don't recognise the person in the photograph,. “Are you okay? Sarah whispered. I nodded and reached to kiss her. After a few minutes she stopped and asked me if I liked her kissing me. I told her that I’ve never felt anything so wonderful and asked her not to stop.She pressed up against me and kissed my neck and then her breath was hot in my ear. I could feel one of her hands sliding up the inside of my thigh. I felt dampness gathering in my panties and was becoming quite aroused by her hand. In a whisper, Sarah asked if I wanted her to. "Wank it!.... wank it like a prick, MAKE me cum" she said. I gently pinched the swollen mass of tissue and began tugging on it. "Being wanked is the best feeling in the world, isn't it?" I said "Yesss!, YES! it is" she said, "Nothing else matters as much right now, does it?... DOES IT?" I said, "No!....it doesn't....nothing...else... matters". I stopped tugging and rolled back her clit hood with my thumb laying the sensitive glans totally bare, it did look like a prick. Dribbling some saliva.