She grabbed a bottle of wine, turned and faced me. “Think you can handle it?” she asked, holding the bottle of wine in her hand. I had to smile. ...“I can handle it,” I replied. Tammy sat a wine glass on the coffee table between us and bent over to pour. Her robe parted enough for me to catch a great view of her firm and luscious-looking boobs. She handed me the glass and I watched as she poured her own. Standing up, her wine glass in one hand and the bottle in the other, she asked, “To what. Mandy held onto me and the tears had started rolling."Mandy, sit up please. Look at me."She looked up at me and I let her feel that I wasn't mad at her. If anything I was curious. I wanted to know why she had had such a compulsion. I studied her soft blue eyes and watched them turn amber. I fell into those eyes and her emotions. I saw the memories as she thought about what had happened.Mandy was in a shop with crystal statues and vases. She was looking for something for Monique and her fiancé. I lift your pleated skirt and jerk your panties down to your knees. ‘Last chance, Fay.’I hoped you’d remain silent. As soon as I’d decided what must be done, my cock had stiffened. Now, with you defenseless, it feels like a steel rod. I bring my hand down on your right cheek. Whack! It’s not hard, but I know it must sting. No response from you except a gasp, so my slap lands a little heavier on your left. Whack!This time, you cry out in pain.I wait a few seconds, but you don’t speak. Whack,. I could feel her hand cupping my little breast, searching for my nipple that was now getting hard under the silky bra I was wearing. Steph’s breasts were just what I expected – larger than mine with beautiful nipples. I bent my head to take one in my mouth, nibbling and sucking on it to make it hard for me. My jeans fell to the floor easily and I felt Steph’s fingers stroking my tender little clit. The minute she touched it, electricity zapped through my body and i thought I was going to cum.