She had always thought such women were beneath her. She now wondered why she had missed both giving and having so much pleasure given to her. There w...as a hand on her thigh and then pressure like another hand on the other. Then the pressure of the hands disappeared. They had been smaller, softer hands than the ones that now were kneading and tormenting her breasts. Then she felt long soft hair flip past her thigh and she imagined a woman kneeling between her open thighs. As if to confirm her. She said they would sit in silence listen to the music and she would then move her hand to touch her b/f mate. Her b/f knew what she was doing but the mate didn’t know the b/f knew he was being felt up.I said I wanted to try it and she said there was a guy at her works in the stores who we both knew. She said we could meet him for a drink and see how it went.I was at work the following day when my g/f text to say we would be meeting Ian that night for a drink.I only knew Ian from a works event. She was surprised when Butch proposed to her and momentarily tempted to accept his offer because of the powerful hold of his talented cock. Fortunately, reality took over and she turned him down telling him,"I wouldn't do that to you, Butch. You are a tumble-weed and destined to keep riding into the next valley looking for a girl in pretty swinging skirts and a fella with a chip on his shoulder. If it weren't for straight shooters like you, the job of the sheriffs and marshals would be. " Here?s some more heat for you," and she returned to a paddling thatcovered every part of my pantied bottom, with occasional blows deliveredto the back of my upper thighs." The sharp, burning pain soon had metwisting my middle against the table as far as the ropes would let me.The tip of my cock touched the bottom of the table as each blow of thepaddle caused me to move a few inches forward and up, and between blows,I was able to rub against the table.Stopping after delivering perhaps twenty.