She cautiously skated one foot forward and then the other with her arms outstretched, grasping for purchase with anything solid. Her breathing sounded...harsh and loud in her own ears. Even though she could see nothing, the young woman closed her eyes, tilted her head and listened. She wished to catch the import of the murmured words echoing and bouncing about her."Vandal! Thief! Liar! Murderess!" The ancient voice hissed."Which level of hell is your destination, Madame? What punishment awaits. "Stop, please don't touch me. Don't force me to do this," she breathed in a weak voice. Her body refused to move and her protests were feeble as he rubbed her breasts and nipples. She knew she should try to fight him off but her hands remained at her sides and her eyes looked down. Her nipples had always been very sensitive and when he began pinching them and rubbing them, she gasped and moaned. Her nipples hardened immediately and stood out from her firm breasts. She was so ashamed of her. Jamie had noticed that shewasn't drawing the same as Kevin usually did, and commented on it. Shedecided to trust him with what happened, feeling the need to share herproblem with someone. She started to tell him what happened but beforeshe finished, he started laughing, thinking that she was joking with him,and she started laughing too, and agreed that she'd been joking with him.She knew that he wouldn't believe her without a lot more convincing, andif she tried she'd just look foolish. Oh well. I crept past the little dining room table, towards our kitchen counter. I stopped at the counter, peeked through the doorway and caught my breath. From where I was standing, I could see the couch near the bottom of the stairs. Margie was facing towards me, topless, wearing only a lacy bra with one cup pulled down to expose her right breast. I guess the first thing that shocked was just how big her breasts were. Even larger than I would have imagined based on the modest attire she typically.