I feel my panties being pulled down. This is so wrong but I don't move to stop her. Her hand falls hard on my bare bottom - slap, slap - first one ch...ek then the other. It stings but feels nice once the pain ebbs away. A hand is between my thighs. Sliding slowly upward toward my pussy. I've had a few boys feel me up under my skirt but their hands didn't feel so soft. They didn't feel so sensual but so determined - like she knows she's in control. This is supposed to be a punishment.Miss. Mindy opened the envelope and pulled out the contents. Inside were a Xerox copy of an old newspaper clipping, a photo of her and a letter that Peter wrote. Mindy’s jaw dropped when she read the headline on the copy of the newspaper. It was from the Dublin News, dated the day of her car accident in Ireland. The story was about an unidentified American woman who was responsible for a car accident. On that day, Mindy had left her ID at the car rental and gave a fake name to the police. Then. Ivy never made that possible. She was a big girl and, unlike the other girls would not pull herself in to give me room to avoid touching. Then, on one occasion when there were few customers, her hand brushed my rear as I passed. I thought nothing of it until I looked back and saw her grinning then compose her face and serve the guy who came to the bar.Did I imagine it? No, the smile she gave said that it was meant. But she may have been testing me and if I reciprocated it could be. Her tight ass was within arms reach and it took more self control than I thought I could muster not to reach for it. My cock was begging for release – both from these shorts and from the cum building in my groin. She wiggled her ass a couple of more times and then rose to her full height again and turned to face me. "Well, since you are feeling tortured, If you want I can go put on some other clothes and you can go cut the grass." "Oh no, please! I love looking at you. I could look at you all.