Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chief
Brandy was standing naked in front of me. She had just shucked her little pink panties and kicked them off with one foot.
“Ready?” I asked, handing her the black bag with the gold lettering on it.
“As I’ll ever be,” she said, with a small smile on her face. She reached in and pulled out the lingerie which Douglas had demanded that she wear to our next session. Brandy looked at it with a trembling hand, and then dropped it back into the bag. “I can’t,” she said, and buried her face in her hands.
“What’s wrong?” I said, sitting next to her.
Without another word she buried her face in my shoulder and put her arms around me. She was trembling. Not crying, but only a couple of steps away from that. “I’ve never done this before,” she whispered, and I stroked
