Her lack of tears surprises me, but I have no problem adding it to the list of things she'll pay for. She's shaky as she stands; she uses the wall for support. Her breathing is harsh and her hesitation makes me think I'll be removing her clothes after all. When I'm almost ready to assist her, she finally moves. Her hands tremble as she unzips her shorts and pushes them down her thighs. "Please," she tries again.
"Everything off." I say it casually this time. I've won and we both know it.
She picks up the scissors and cuts the material so she can remove her shorts. Her shirt follows and she's left in her bra and panties. She hesitates and I almost backhand her for taking so long. She must read something in my expression. With a delightful whimper, she unclips her bra from the back and let
