Sooner then later two hands land on her tits, they squeeze and scrape, nails dragging over her skin as she yowls in protest. A slap to the face as she...screams and a hiss telling her to shut the fuck up. She does and the hands are everywhere again squeezing and pinching and scraping, exploring every inch of her body, pinching every bruise and pulling at her hair hard. But she only senses one person on her, where did the other one go?There's not much time to consider this further as the hands. Both of us had smiles on our lips but she abruptly stood up left the room, to her apartment, leaving me there with a mess all over me and wondering and worrying if I had gone too far. It would be close to two years before I would learn she had run off that night to her apartment and finger fucked herself to three orgasms.The barrier had been broken and for the next almost two years this would be our secret game. It never went past that, even though there had been plenty of time when the two of. The cloths hamper is in the corner by the shower I take a quick peek inside and find another pair of panties this pair is so soft I need to take it in the pocket they go .I Leave the bathroom and back to the kitchen a little more talk and then off to another house to walk another dog.i arrive late Mr Bowers is home and Hot Sauce is running around outside I apologize for my lateness and Me Bowers just glares at me tells me to clean up the crap and take the dog for his walk.Wow I think something. "Am I a naughty girl for stealing my sister's boyfriend?" she asked in an exaggerated baby-doll kind of voice.This was not the time to tell her I wasn't exactly her sister's boyfriend. This was a time to go with the flow, so I gave her the answer she seemed to expect."Yes, you are a naughty girl."A quick intake of breath. "Should I be punished for being such a naughty girl?"There was a hopeful thrill in her voice that told me what I should say."Yes, I think you should be punished." Do you think.