He moved closer between her legs, still squatting. He touched her inner thigh very lightly. Cindy made a soft whimpering sound, but didn't wake up. Feeling brave and powerful, Howie placed his hand on her crotch, feeling the heat of her cunt radiating through the thin band of her stretched panties. The more he felt of her cunt through the panties, the hotter she seemed to be.

Cindy's hips moved a little, just a small, writhing motion, and Howie swallowed the desire to giggle. He slipped a finger inside the tight band of her panties, slowly and very carefully. Lifting the band to one side, he gazed at Cindy's cunt. The blonde pussy hair was thick and curly, but the pink lips of her pussy held his attention more than the hair. They were puffy cunt lips, and when he lightly touched them, he found they were moist.

The band slipped from his finger, snapping back over her cunt.

Cindy's eyes flew open.

"Howie!"

He let the giggle go flow.

"What are you doing, Howie?"

It took a moment for Cindy to realize she couldn't move her arms or legs. When she did, she began to struggle.

"Howie, what are you doing? Why am I tied up? Turn me loose, Howie! Pull my skirt down… don't you dare touch me like that!"

Remembering what Jack had called his mother, Howie snickered. "You're a cunt, Cindy."

"What? Howie, you're going to get into trouble," Cindy yelled: "Your mother won't like this. You're going to be in serious trouble."

"Aw, who gives a fuck?" Howie said.

"And stop using that language!" Cindy said, twisting and trying to pull free.

"I'll say any fucking thing I want to say, you fucking cunt," Howie said, laughing with delight. "You're just a rotten cunt and a cocksucker, Cindy. I can do anything I want with you, even fuck you."