Heather was standing behind Melinda, her hands sliding up and down Melinda's sides. Melinda was panting, her eyes closed, her head lolling back agains... her sister. Slowly Heather's hands slipped around Melinda's waist and up her slim body, tracing the swellings of her budding breasts."Want me to touch them?" Heather said in an sultry whisper into Melinda's ear. "Want me to touch your little titties?" Oh, yes, please, touch them," Melinda moaned. "I've always wanted you to."Heather's hands. A picture of a little man in red with ‘Mario’s Pizza’ in big bold letters along the top captivated her for a few moments before she threw it back on the pile. She continued to search the shelves, every so often disturbing the rats that now inhabited the place. Each tin she found was either empty or not fit for consumption but she didn’t give up hope. Ben on the other hand wasn’t finding anything at all whilst he searched his pick of the aisles. The sounds of cans rattling against the floor. I then turned around and bent over as if to invite a spanking. She gave me a mild slap, which did provide a 'slight sting', just as she had said in her letter. She also dug her nails into my ass check and pinched me, sending waves of pain thru me. I became quite hard as she did this, but luckily she did not see this. I then pulled my jeans up and secured them."You certainly are a naughty boy, David. Just like I always thought you were. And you did need punishing! Did I hurt you?' "No, although. “Can we talk?” she asks.“Now?” he says, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice.“This was a bad idea,” Marian announces. “Sorry I called so late.”Before he has a chance to reply she has already hung up. Sandy lifts her head up and makes a noise. Alan looks at her and groans. “It’s alright girl. Maybe I should have listened to you and not pushed it with Marian.” He is fully awake now, petting and rubbing Sandy as he thinks about his current situation. With a shrug he picks his phone back.