He also decided to include the offer if I was interested in getting my cock sucked, he would certainly be interested in meeting me for that one on one.... Well I thought that sounded like a very nice idea in more ways then one. So when the evening came to meet, I gave him a call and he gave me directions to his house. I knocked on the door and was invited in by a nice gentleman and offered water, which I accepted. We sat on the couch and talked about various things including nothing and also some. Just coffee. Too much coffee. Food sounded heavenly right now.We asked to be seated in the absolute darkest corner of the restaurant. It left a lot of options since Saddleback Ranch pretty much just turns into more of a dark bar at night anyways. The hostess eyed Wes hungrily, her eyes traveling to places that made me feel uncomfortable. It was kind of disgusting. I didn’t know Wes, but I knew that he didn’t deserve that.Or maybe I was just being dramatic. I didn’t need to get offended on his. I arrived at Arthur's massive house in hertfordshire,he was busy talking to his son in Paris and the plan was for me to take time to get ready at his whilst he was talking on the phone.I went into a spare room and started to get ready during this time Ken arrived.Whilst getting ready the butterflies and nerves were getting the better of me.Anyway i put on lots of make up,thick lipstick,false eyelashes,long black wig.Then i put on stockings,suspenders,long heeled pink lapdancing shoes,black. .. in fact she would be disappointed if it didn't happen and that I was not to waste time.I got into position and felt her hand briefly stroke my my buttocks and stray between them into my arse cleft to feel my balls and then murmering something about 'What was sauce for the goose was also sauce for the gander' I started to experience something that hadn't happened since my schooldays....... my bottom being beaten.At school, it was usually the cane or the slipper across trousers unless it was.