A DuetI parked the car and glanced guiltily around me, but the street was empty. There was still a long line of terraced house right alongside me, with countless dark windows that could be hiding a watching face, but I wasn’t going to disobey instructions. I’d learned that lesson. Shimmying my skirt up my hips, I tugged my panties down and off, then stuffed them in the glove compartment. A moment later, my bra followed suit.
Feeling naked, even though I was wearing a perfectly respectable skirt and blouse, I slipped out of the car and hurried up the three steps to his front door. The bounce of my unsupported breast gave me a thrill, my p***y already feeling hot and swollen in anticipation. Still, my hand was shaking as I reached up and pressed the doorbell.
He took long enough to answer
