As the group walked down the path in the state park, Jared pulled me aside to look at a flower.
As we were bent over, he whispered to me, "I want you to find a reason to get Frenchie alone for a few minutes. When you are out of sight of everyone, I want you to offer him a blowjob, right then and there. The group is going to be stopping by the stream to look for fossils, so you'll have time to catch up. When you get back to us, squeeze my hand twice if you accomplished your mission. I don't want him shooting in your mouth, I want him to cum into your cleavage. Don't lead him to believe it will be a regular event."
A thrill of fear and excitement ran through me as he said all of this. Jared was my master, though no one knew of our relationship. I'd met Frenchie, actually Frederick, a week ago on another group outing and I found him likeable enough, but sort of bland. I think he called himself Frenchie because Frederick or Fred were even more boring.
Jared was wont to spring these sorts of surprises on me and I had a choice to either obey or to face a very severe punishment when we got back. Normally I enjoy being punished, I liked the sting of the crop on my ass, but I knew this wouldn't be one of those.
I looked at Jared, took a deep breath and said, "Yes sir."
"Oh, don't bother lying and saying he turned you down, I'll know."
Damn him, he would know. He always knew. One thing that attracted me to him was that ability of his to know exactly what was going on in my mind.
I ambled forward, passing a couple of people on the trail. Some of the group I knew as they were part of a regular outing club that went for nature walks every week, but none were close friends.
I tapped Frenchie on the shoulder as I came up behind him and said "hey there, do you know what this flower is? I've been seeing it all over."
Frenchie was about half a foot taller than I am and as he looked down I could see he was trying to look down my blouse. The sports bras I usually wear on these trips didn't give him much view, but I squeezed my arms in a bit to assist him.
As we bent down and he looked at the flower he said, "Larkspur, I believe."
"Oh, is that what it is? I couldn't find it in any of my books. I saw another one a couple of weeks ago up this ravine a little ways up that I haven't been able to find either, care to take a look? Maybe you'll know."
"Sure," he said.
We walked forward a bit, passing more people who were bent over flowers or poring over identification guides. When we got to the ravine I took him by the hand and led him forward until we were out of sight of the trail.
"Actually, I wanted to show you something else." I said.
As he watched, I took off my blouse and pulled down my bra. "I saw you looking at my cleavage and it was making me hot, so I decided to give you a bit of a show. Do you like what you see?"