Bad girls didn't get those, either. Crack.She gasped, her head raising up, her mouth open in a silent cry.“Who owns your bottom, pet?”“You do, ...Sir. You own all of me." Her voice was a ragged, hoarse whisper.Crack"Who decides what clothes you buy?" You do, Sir." That rule was one of her favorites. Before, she could never decide which dress she liked, or what shoes looked best with which outfit. He chose, and told her she looked lovely. He didn't lie, so she knew she looked good in. We had to go to my colleagues’ home for a house warming party. We get home and to get ready. I go in for a quick shower while she unpacks and decides what to wear from her wardrobe here and stuff she got with her. While I am in shower, she joins me in the shower unannounced. I am pleasantly surprised. ​She grabs some shampoo and gives me a good head rub. I am holding her by her waist while she gets on her tippy toes to lather my hair. Her breasts rub against my body. My hands slide down to her. I didn’t even think about it. I stood at the window, peering through the Venetian blinds trying to stare at Mandy. I didn’t see her at the pool. I could only imagine that nearly naked body, trickling down slippery droplets onto sunlight sex, glowing in every curve and space between those thin straps of fabric. I scanned the pool, trying to catch one last masturbatory image. Just the thought was enough to get me growing. I jerked faster then slowed, suddenly feeling myself close to the edge. I. I asked her to please keep away from me. While we were in High School she did.The terrible trio pled guilty to Misdemeanor Mischief and paid back the insurance company for all of the damage they created.After I graduated from High School, I got an ROTC scholarship to go to college, so I chose to go to the University of Michigan and studied Civil Engineering. I lost track of Cathy and did not see her again until I mustered out of the army on a medical discharge when one of my engineering.