2pm came around too quickly, and with it, the end of my lunch break and our alloted hour. We left the cafe and had that uncomfortable "do we kiss?" mo...ment outside, settling for a kiss on each cheek, before saying goodbye, and that, I thought, would be the end of it.I was wrong...Two days later we arranged to meet again.He'd suggested I come to his for lunch this time, on the understanding that if we both wanted to, there would be the opportunity to play later. I wanted to, I really did, but I'd. "I ripped his briefs down, and I heard Mike click his stopwatch. My handscupped Jones' balls and lifted his head toward my lips. I engulfed it andinhaled his semi-erect cock, coating it with saliva and feeling it growinside my mouth. When he was fully hard, I slipped him out and tongued hisballs while I stroked him, my eyes staring up from below his package."You going to help me win, Jonesy? You going to make me work for mypoint?"His panting breath told me that Jones still hadn't learned. "What? Eh...." What do your friends think about your new hairstyle" she repeated."Ehm, well, not sure." It was no use, I would need to admit it to her."I don't really have any friends." What?" she said. "Everybody has friends. Not even one?"My face remained bright red but it was now solely due to theembarrassment of having to admit that to someone."Well we know your mum likes it. And I like it. So you don't really needanyone else's approval, do you?"I assumed this was a rhetorical question and. I replace the headphone and walk back to the dressing table, running my hand up and down the various items, trying to choose. Time for a little pain I think. I pick up the riding crop and flick it in the air, testing the flexibility. You can’t hear the swish, which I regret, but you’ll soon know what it is. I walk back to the bed.The leather tip of the crop gently slaps the back of your thigh; each stroke quick, light and persistent. Slap, slap, slap, slap, six or seven strokes in quick.