He just told me how talented I am so I know he’s not stopping me because he doesn’t like it. Slowly, I let him slip from my mouth. I wonder if he’s a sexual dominant. He seems to be bent on control. No. He would have told me, wouldn’t he? “Get up.” I follow his instruction, rising to my feet. “Take your skirt off.” Maybe he is. My pussy clenches at the thought. I’m not a submissive, but submitting to Rick would be no problem for me. I unzip my skirt and push it down over my hips. When it falls to the floor, I step out of it, and kick it aside. “Bra.” My breathing accelerates. This is hot! He’s watching me with hooded eyes, slowly stroking himself. “Panties.” I stand before him, wearing nothing but my garter belt, stockings, and heels. He moves behind me, and my body begins to shiver.
