“You get messages from any other guys from university?” he asked, voice low and possessive.
“Only my old school friends,” I admitted, “and I never reply to any of them.”
A dark, satisfied smile spread across his face. “Good girl. That makes me special.”
He pulled me back into the bedroom. I was wearing a tiny, slutty one-piece dress that barely covered my ass — deep neckline showing off my 36D t**s, hem just a few inches below my p***y.
No bra. No panties. If I sat down or bent even slightly, my bare cunt would be on full display.
The dress had a long zipper up the back; one small tug and I’d be completely naked in public. The constant fear of exposure made my p***y throb with anxious arousal the entire way here.
He stepped behind me, slowly pulled the zipper down. The dress sli
