By the time I heard the car pulling out of the garage, the sofa bed was open and Julie Pinsky's sopping wet panties were hanging off of the lamp on my...desk. By the time Karen returned two hours later, the little slut had been well and truly punished, and I had recovered sufficiently to think about punishing her again.Karen silently stripped off her clothes, and eased her way into bed with us, still unnoticed by our visitor. I'd spent the last ten minutes teasing Julie, running my hands over her. Mrs Chikolova was supposed to be our interpreter for the duration of the job but it turned out that she could hardly speak any English although she could read it but no one else could speak any English so no one knew she couldn’t, to look at her you would have thought she was a middle aged spinster but she was indeed married, she was in the habit of wearing dark blue dresses that had small white spots all over them, whenever I saw her she seemed to have the same frock on although she avoided me. " She yanked him off balance and hurried him out of the kitchen. He was halfway up the stairs before he could protest, and by then it was too late. "How did her jeans get soaked like that?" Delia asked over her shoulder."It was snowing." I know! In February, too. It must be all this global warming and stuff." She hauled him into the bedroom and started tearing at his clothing. He replied in a series of abrupt sentences, punctuated with gasps."They didn't have global warming in 1928. I mean it. Maybe he needs it making more clear." How do you mean," queried Tara, "what have you got in mind?"Zoe smiled, an idea forming in her devious mind."What would he do if he came home and found me tied naked in his bed?" Zoe proposed, "would he have me then?"Tara shook her head."No, he would probably release you," she told Zoe, "you are still his sister, he would go all 'big brother' on you." Fuck, you are right of course," admitted Zoe.She thought for a moment."What if he found you like that in.