I once again found myself peering up the leg of her shorts and thought I got a look at her white panties underneath. I caught myself and started to lo...k away, but in the process looked up at Janie. She was looking right at me. I knew she had seen me looking up her shorts and I was frozen like a deer in the headlights. Her face was expressionless at first, then spread into a slow, sweet smile. My heart began to race. I made some excuse about needing some air and headed outside.My head was. After that, I studied and improved my qualification and found a job in a private school. Thereafter I was selected in the state govt job. I have worked as a teacher since at different places. It was only when my husband got ill that I took leave from my work. My son studied in a boarding school and later studied at Chandigarh and he got a job in a private company. He used to come home on alternate Saturday’s and his holidays. He had been a good son. A son every mother would desire. I was not. Lucy instructed me to clean up and get dressed whilst she packed away her gear. As she left the house, she gave me a kiss on the cheek and arranged our next session in a few days' time.When Lucy arrived for the next session I noticed straight away she had swapped her usual white housecoat for a much shorter black one that was clearly a size too small, and her breasts looked massive. She also wore her hair up showing off more of her pretty face and neck and really sheer black seamed stockings. "Oh no, who? What happened last night," she whispered.The days that followed were sheer hell. Even though she washed all of the ink off, every time she looked in the mirror she saw the awful writing all over her body. Whenever she came into her condo building and met someone, she imagined his or her smile was one of guilt. Denise wanted to ask them if they were the one or if they knew who assaulted her, but she just couldn't work up enough courage to ask.A week passed and then two. When she.