... She stuttered a little and said, "I think I know who you are..."My mind was racing! I thought, "Who the fuck is this chick and why does she know w...o I am?"So I asked her, "How do you know me? Did you google me?"She laughed and enquired about my sister. Now shit was gettin weird.She was then certain she knew who I was. But refused to tell me how she knew me.So I dismissed it and told her we should go dance. And just then she told me.Turns out she was the mother of one of my sisters best. You violated me. You were peeping at your SISTER! And now you are going to get the fuck out of my room and stay out or I’m going to tell Mom all about how she should have named you Tom - as in ‘Peeping Tom’!”I didn’t want to leave it at that. Not only was I hoping beyond hope for another chance with Cindi, I hated the thought of leaving my sister’s room with her so pissed. And to be honest, I was having a good time talking about these things with her.“God, you are right. I’m sorry. I will never. Everything seemed back to normal, except for one thing. Sara was masturbating several times daily and continuously fantasized of Katy punishing her again. Once in class Katy cached Sara looking at her and gave her a knowing smile. Sara was worried by her own behavior and said to herself she had to stop. In spite of her efforts and self promises it was worse at the weekend, she masturbated again and again and even spanked herself with her brush. But it was not like with Katy, Sara needed the mix. I rubbed it in gentle circles until it stood out against the hood. It felt so good, but I stopped myself. I didn't want to be late today.In my bedroom I considered what to wear. I wanted to make a good impression, look professional and sexy but not too sexy. I decided on a burgundy skirt and jacket. The skirt was shortish, but still conservative enough. I had great legs anyway.Peter would have wanted me to wear my black suspender belt with stockings, but instead I decided on a pair of almost.