My breasts shouldn't ache from his words so vile and depraved, a harsh contrast from the gentleman he pretends to be. I rise abruptly, giving him my back, and while I stand awkwardly, heart hammering, I hear the gentle rustling of clothes. And then nothing.
The anticipation might just kill me first, I start to think until his fingers drift along my skin. I suck in a sharp breath as fire burns up my thigh, under my skirt, halting where my panties hang over my hip bone. I reach up to unzip my skirt but his words stop me. "No. It's a particular perversion of mine to f**k you with your skirt on."
I clench, hard.
He has a filthy mouth. I wonder if she knows, if...if...the forming name disappears from my mind as he slowly rolls my panties down my thighs. I arch my ass as he abandons my pant
