After conversing online for about a week, we had our first meeting. It was winter, and about 20 degrees Celsius below zero at the time. Master told me... i was to wear knee-highs, a skirt and a shirt that showed my chest. We met in a mall right before closing. Master had told me i was allowed to wear a jacket since it was so cold out, but that once we were alone it was to come off so He could inspect me as best as possible. He took me to the underground parking lot and we sat in His car, not the. “Ma’am…ma’am,” he moaned out rather loudly because her skin was making his throbbing veins on the cock explode with pleasure. Jenny loved his moan calling her ‘ma’am. It meant she had the upper hand. She felt like an alpha.Jenny felt her cleavage getting wet and the jerking getting smoother. He had oozed more pre-cum that dripped on her tits and lubricated the cleavage for the passage of his dick. The human body always had ways to make things easier. But she also knew her panties were drenched. I lay there, gasping for breath. My ass was on fire as never before but it had become a point of honour, in my own head if nowhere else, for me not to try and ease the pain with my hands. I lay and let the burn deepen and spread.After what seemed like hours but was probably less than a minute I felt Jeff's hands uncurling my fingers. I stood up, slowly, wincing as the pain moved as I did. I realised he wasn't holding the birch and turned to see Jenny placing it back in the cabinet. I looked at. The waitress left to ring up my payment as I took my last sip ofcoffee and stood up to leave. I was turning to head out the door, when Iheard a really nice sounding female voice from behind me. However, whatshe said shocked me, and had me in a slight panic, as I heard the ladysay, "I really like those lavender panties you're wearing. Tell me arethey the real lacey kind?"I quickly turned around, and at the same time put my hand behind me,checking to see if my panties were actually showing. Sure,.