I find the nub of your clit and make tiny circles around it. I feel your legs buckle just a little. You grab my shoulder for balance and your nails di... into my skin. It hurts so good. More wetness soaks through the crotch of your panties and coats my fingers. It's warm and slippery. I bring my hand up and back down under your waist band. I feel the soft hair of your bush and run my fingers down through it. Once again I find your clit and dance my fingers around it. Your nails dig in again. I. . aren't you the girl about town?!"The woman's voice to her left was oddly familiar but feeling suddenlynervous Michelle kept her eyes down, fixed on the PIN keypad."Is this a dress down day for you sissy? How did you enjoy playing withyourself in your new skirts?"Michelle's pink manicured nail froze on the keypad as she felt her kneesbuckle slightly and a sharp stabbing pain deep in her stomach.This was it! It had happened!She had pushed her luck too far and she knew that she was in deep,. "Bret, it's a special occasion ... so tonight we'll have dinner in the dining room. But don't get used to it!" She smiled without tears for the first time and the sparkle had returned to her eyes.The dining room was only used for special occasions and she even had the good china and silverware out.My father took his place at the head of the table and gestured to the chair at the other end. He didn't offer to get me a drink.Shortly mother came through the swinging door carrying a china tureen. She looked through the peephole and called out, "Jamie? What are you doing here?" I was told that you wanted to see me. Aren't you going to let me in?" Jamie asked in a muffled voice through the door."One minute," Becky replied. She seemed to be in a bit of a dither, unable to decide what to do. Finally, she sighed, straightened her shoulders, and opened the door."Won't you come in?" she asked."Becky!" Jamie said, as she rushed in and shut the door behind her. "You're not dressed! How can you.