The tone kind of changed. Up till now it had been kind of jokey and light hearted, but this was more serious. Not quite a command, but on the way to being one. It made my p***y wetter, if that was possible.
I looked at Mark. I knew what I wanted to do, but I wasn't sure how he felt.
"If my husband wants my skirt off of me, he's going to have to take it off," I answered.
All eyes turned to Mark. He could end this all and just take me to our room and f**k me, or, would he show me off? I think I held my breath.
Mark got up and walked towards me. He grabbed the hem of my skirt, that was bunched around my ass, and pulled it down so it wasn't bunched up anymore. I don't know whether I was happy or disappointed.
But then he reached for the zipper. Of course he couldn't unzip it all bunched u
