Emboldened by this I moved my hand swiftly up to the back of her neck and grabbed her hair and pulled it tight, forcing her head up and making her loo... into my eyes. I could see at that point her defence was gone; she now needed this, now craved the release. I continued to tease her during the small lunch. Both of us becoming less aware of people around us but still I kept my control and kept her on the edge. The back of my hand rubbing her nipple as I felt the smoothness of her arm or my hand. His other hand roaming freely over her breast as he pulled her bra down and squeezed her nipple. “What are you thinking?” he whispered in her ear.“Please don’t hurt me,” she said. “No, that’s not it, what are you thinking?" He asked her again reaching under her panties to examine the wetness between her pussy lips. “Be honest, I know you’re a little slut.”“Yes, I am a little slut and I need to be taught a lesson.” she cried out. She gasped as the words left her mouth; shocked at her own. Sylvia asked Margaret, “What is your name please?”“Mrs. Margaret Brown,” she replied.Sylvia then asked the young lady, "What is your name, madam?" Miss Emma Watkins,” she replied.Sylvia said, "Well, Emma. I don't think there's any dispute that Mrs. Brown did smack you on the bottom. What would you like me to do about it?Margaret was horrified. Surely it shouldn't be up to such a young lady to make a decision like that she asked herself.Emma replied adamantly, "Well I think the choice is quite. 'Cos you see I don't plan to leave a single disgusting detail no matter how much it might shock you."Now that made me sit up, just what did she mean? I couldn't wait to find out."The first story starts with a bath Friday morning, I ran the bath and..."Vikki Thompson soaked herself listlessly in the bath, after a late night with her supposed boyfriend Rick Mason. She hadn't been able to sleep knowing that Rick could cause a great deal of trouble, especially if his jealousy at the coffee bar was.