“Wait, uh...” Scott fumbled for the words, “I was wondering...hoping...would you...uh... show me what is...under your skirt?”
“Yes, Master, I will obey.” She grasped the hem of her short skirt and lifted it high. “See, Master there’s nothing under my skirt to hide my pussy.” Her words were casual, but there was a look of shame and humiliation flickering in her eyes.
A lacy nest of tawny curls decorated her p***y. She slid her feet apart to reveal more of it.
“It’s beautiful, Juli. I wish I could touch you.”
Her voice was flat, and her words came out like a recording. “Please touch me, Master. I am your possession, you can do anything you want to with me.”
Scott saw just a hint of tears in her emerald eyes, but the temptation was too great to forego. He sat down on the bed and fondled
