She did, and he yanked the briefs down to her knees. “Lift your legs.”
Acutely conscious of where they were, she raised her feet so he could slide the briefs off. She started to lower her legs.
“Leave your knees bent. And, Beth, don’t wear underwear to the club again. Am I clear?” The implacable gaze returned to her face.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Any time I am not clear in my instructions, you are permitted to ask.”
She nodded and then froze when he flipped up her PVC skirt to expose her completely. She felt like a piano; his left hand playing with her breasts, and his right… His right hand moved up her leg and settled against her p***y.
“Sir, this isn’t a scene area,” she told him as if he didn’t know. This just wasn’t right. She glanced around to see if anyone—
“Keep your eyes on me, su
